Thursday, November 20, 2008
Here We Go Again
Camden came home yesterday, saying something I couldn't understand because his whole hand was in his mouth. He took it out, looked me straight in the eyes, took a deep breath and said slowly, "Listen this time Mom - it's important. I have a loose tooth." Oh no. Loose teeth. I still shudder when I think of our first experience with this milestone. This is how Sierra looked every night from the day she discovered that she could wiggle her bottom tooth to the day it (finally) came out: Talk about drama. Notice the cold towel so that "I don't get blood all over me." Yeah, because gums are known to let out obscene amounts of blood, right? Fast forward to Brendan, where I usually didn't even know that anything was loose at all. One day he would just come to me and say "Hand please," drop a freshly pulled tooth into my palm and walk away. And then Jordan, the classic middle child... it only seems fitting then that I don't have a photo of him with a window in his mouth on our computer at this very moment. I'm sure it's favoritism. Suffice it to say that he took the sneaky "look what I can do" approach: twisting it around, bending it forward, and anything else he could do that would completely gross me out.