When we held Molly for the first time in Guangzhou, China, she was just cutting her very first tooth. Today she lost that tooth. *Sniff sniff*
A very bittersweet moment for Mommy and for Molly.
The tooth has been loose for quite some time but today it was super wiggly. Does that gross anyone else out the way it does me?
Anyway, after dinner Tony and Molly worked on the tooth. Then there was a scream (of delight I think) and a sprint to the bathroom for one bloody-mouthed child.
By the time I got to the bathroom, Molly had inspected her mouth to find the tooth hanging on by a thread. Guess who had to pull it out? Me. The one who get the heebee-geebee’s from wiggly teeth.
One quick yank and it was out. Molly was thrilled. Until she realized it was never going back in. Then the tears started.
Oy. Only Molly.
Mr. Toothy had to be placed face down/tooth pocket up so the Tooth Fairy would have an easier time getting it.
Here’s a picture that has absolutely zero to do with a lost tooth, but was so cute that I had to include it. That’s the benefit of owning the blog.
I got a sound chastising by the neighborhood moms. They told me that I made their Tooth Fairy look like a cheapskate.
Molly checking to make sure the TF took her tooth. I think she was a little disappointed that it wasn’t still in there. Little does she know that she’ll get it back in 20 or 30 or 40 years. Speaking of which, do you still have my teeth Mom? I’d like them back!
Am I the only one who is sad that her child is losing her baby teeth. They are so cute and little and perfect. Grown up teeth are big and awkward and all nubby on top. Not at all what a little girl should have in her mouth.
That’s the problem, I guess. She’s not a little girl anymore.
Excuse me while I go have a good cry.