My son is just two months shy of being 7. He has yet to lose a tooth. He’s the only one in his class that hasn’t lost a tooth and he is always asking, “When will I lose a tooth mom?!” or pouts with a “I’m never gonna lose a tooth.”
It depends on his mood.
Well tonight he announced that his front tooth was indeed lose. Like really loose.
I felt it. My husband felt it. Even my daughter got her hands in there. It’s loose!
O.M.G. (hello, my first baby is old enough to get his “adult” teeth…weren’t we just getting in our molars…damn you, time…there you go again)
So there he sits wiggling the tooth with his fingers (me constantly reminding him to wash his hands), pushing it with his tongue and complaining that he can’t eat, but then eating purposefully so that his loose tooth gets barraged with food, and hopefully a little bit looser.
I can’t help but be a bit grossed out at this tooth touch-ery. The thought of him fiddling with this tooth that’s attached by ROOTS(!), makes me cringe. I am so old. I know it was exciting when I was a kid. But now I realize just how much I was in my own little world when I was little doing the same thing.
I sit and think of the pain as this tooth is ripped out one wiggle, tongue push and meal at a time. Yes, if there ever was a doubt, I am a mom, full of worry and silly emotions at the thought of a first tooth coming out. I mean, I was there when that little sucker first broke through. I sat up sleepless night with him teething. And clapped in joy when I caught site of a tooth.
And now here we are, trying to rip it out. This is all so exciting…in the grossest of ways!
He lost it. While I was hitting spell check on this very post, he lost the first of his baby teeth! 11/13/11)