Tuesday, February 18, 2014


Our eldest fair-headed child has had a loose tooth for, I kid you not, about 3 months now.

She has worked diligently to loosen the fleshy tissue's grasp of her tiny incisor.

Let's just get something out in the open for a minute here. I'm not a fan of loose teeth nor of the pulling of teeth. And by "not a fan", I mean it makes my blood run cold. In addition to having chilled out blood, I cringe and nearly puke.

The time finally came where I was certain the roots were finally loosing the battle.  So, naturally, I freaked out and texted The Grandmothers. 

Too bad I couldn't find an emoji to properly display the amount of nausea I was feeling. 

We made our way home from karate, me having an inner battle of wills and Jade feverishly playing with the wiggly pearly white.

I was relieved to find the tooth still (barely) intact when we walked through our front door. Complaining of severe, earth shattering hunger pains, Jade made her way to the kitchen.

I snuck the other two littles upstairs. After a fun day of waking before the crack-of-dawn (no exaggeration, 5:30am, people), filled with lots of sight-seeing at the zoo and napless afternoon.. they were in a near catatonic state and beyond ready for bed.

I had just tucked the 2nd of the littles in when I heard faint footsteps treading up the stairs. As if by habit, her hand went to her mouth to check the progress of the disengaging tooth. A fit of shocked giggles escaped her little mouth accompanied by a face of astonishment.

"MOM!! MY TOOTH IS GONE," She exclaimed in a shouting whisper!

"What?!?! Where is it? When did you lose it?"


At this point in the story, it is blazingly obvious that I have found great favor with The Lord. Not only was there a severe lack of blood with the tooth being gone, but I was also not in the same room when it happened.

After the congratulatory hugs and giggles, she started her nighttime routine. I snuck downstairs to investigate the remains of her strawberries…. and found NOTHING! Here's to hoping teeth don't interrupt the digestive system too bad.

When taking pictures to proudly share with people, one does not have time to wipe strawberry remains off of one's child before said picture is taken. 

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