Tooth #1: Gone

Well, it happened. Five years and four months after Makayla's first tooth poked through her little 4 1/2-month-old gums, it finally came out. She has been wiggling it for weeks. And over the past few days when it has been literally hanging, she has run to the mirror every few minutes to see if it has fallen out yet.

This morning it looked like it would fall out if she laughed too hard, so I grabbed it by a tissue and gently yanked it out.

To her complete surprise it "didn't hurt at all!"

"I know. I told you it wouldn't hurt."

Laughing she said, "I didn't believe you. I thought it was gonna hurt a LOT!"

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I drove her to school and while I watched her I had to laugh as she, with a big grin, walked up to every person she knew. And a few people she didn't know. She's pretty proud of her new smile.

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I admit, I did tear up a little. Don't make fun! I always get a little sentimental when I realize that my baby is growing up. I love it, but it also makes me just a bit sad.

A few years ago I could never understand people who said they wanted to keep their kids little forever. I thought they must be crazy. Little kids are hard, I thought. I guess now I understand what they were talking about.