After many, many conversations about when?? she would be losing her first tooth, Megan finally lost it! I think she may be the last child in her first grade classroom to lose one. She happened to be home on Veteran's Day when it wiggled it's way out, and we could behold this tiny specimen. The girls were so excited!
We had known this was going to happen soon after we discovered her "big" tooth making it's way in before the baby tooth was even out. I can't even look at this picture without envisioning the orthodontic bills we're sure to have in the future. If the position of this first big tooth is any indication of the road we're on with these girls, we're in trouble!
And, yes, Megan was the one to lose her tooth. But, don't you know? Everything is all.about.Bridget in this house....even if it's not. The blood was not even dry on Megan's gum before Bridget set to work creating a collage for the Tooth Fairy. She placed all of her masterpieces on the inside of their bedroom door since the Tooth Fairy obviously flies in and out of the window, and wouldn't see anything placed on the outside of the door. (It was really sweet, and very cute, especially her cute note and her accurate dental drawing!)
Of course, we can't just lose a tooth and get on about our day around here. No, we must have drama of some kind! After losing her tooth, Megan proceeded to really lose her tooth...somewhere in her room....and most likely on her shag carpet...that was littered with about a million Polly Pockets, puzzle pieces and Squinkies. Or possibly down the heat vent. And she was hysterical. No amount of persuasion that the Tooth Fairy didn't need the physical tooth was doing the trick. Bridget even pointed to her drawing and her note. We could show those to the Tooth Fairy. She would believe it. I even had the picture of the tooth that I'd already taken on my phone. No, no, no. "I lost my first tooth, Mommy! You don't understand!!!!"
Actually, I did understand. I kind of wanted that tooth, too. And, I was suddenly feeling pretty grateful that I'd taken a picture of it. What kind of person holds an emotional attachment to an itty-bitty baby tooth?? Um...a mom. This mom, anyway!
After putting away every thing in their room, inspecting the heating vent (read: Bridget opened it up and threw in a wooden ball to prove that, yes, something could slide down that tube.....), and combing every nook and cranny of the area where Megan was convinced it fell, we got out the vacuum. I emptied the canister and we ceremoniously vacuumed the entire rug. I was kind of wishing that tooth wasn't quite so itty-bitty. I went over the rug a few times, and then we all peered into the canister. We found a few microscopic Polly Pocket doodads we didn't know were missing, but no tooth.
At this point, Matt called to say he was on his way home. I relayed our afternoon's events.
"Megan lost her tooth."
"I know. I got your text. That's awesome."
"No. She lost her tooth that she lost today."
Who's on first?
The miracle of this never-ending story is that Daddy saved the day when he actually spilled out the contents from the vacuum and inspected them more closely than we girls did. He found the tooth, it went back into the Tooth Fairy pillow, safe and sound, and we had a happy toothless girl again. I mean, she had the tooth, but not in her mouth :)
And, is that not the cutest Tooth Fairy pillow ever? My mom and I made it (and a similar one for Bridget) from their outgrown Pottery Barn chair covers! That little heart leaves just enough room for an itty-bitty baby tooth, and for four quarters :)
1 comment:
You are hilarious! I can only imagine the drama! Keep up the good work!
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