Loose Tooth T

I had no alternate titles for this post. In fact, I didn't have any. But, after reading Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, and getting to Marcus' favorite line (can you guess which it was?), this one only seemed appropriate.

It was a big weekend in our house. After months and months and months of dealing with wiggly teeth, Marcus hit yet another big boy milestone.

From here on out, there will likely not be any additional follow-up on teeth lost, but this go around seems fairly significant. We worked so hard to cut those first  baby teeth, and now, seemingly seconds later, those very same teeth are truly a memory.

In typical Marcus fashion, he took his sweet time to lose his first tooth (he was 5.5 months before he cut these same teeth). We've been wiggling and prying since well before Christmas. And this weekend, just 20 days shy of his 6th birthday, Marcus' first tooth came out while flossing.

Marcus' was beside himself with excitement, and couldn't wait to see what the Tooth Fairy had in store for him (for the first tooth, $5 was the going rate in our house). The next morning I could hear Marcus spring from his bed and sprint to check his tooth pillow, which conveniently hangs on his door knob so the Fairy doesn't disturb him as he sleeps.

The next evening, again while flossing, Marcus lost his second tooth. With the same excitement as the first. That night as I was tucking Marcus into bed I mentioned to him how he was growing up entirely too fast for my liking, and that I needed him to slow it down. He looked up from his pillow, and in the sweetest voice said, "I'm sorry, Momma, I can't. I'm just so sorry, Mom." I didn't cry, but I sure wanted to.

I had Marcus take a quick inventory of the rest of his teeth, and I was relieved to learn that no other teeth were even remotely wiggly.

The following morning we discovered the Tooth Fairy only brings $1 for every tooth after the first one lost. Seems fair, right?

As exciting as all of this has been for Marcus, I'm admittedly more emotional about it than I thought I would be (and probably should be). They're just teeth, after all. But, it seems like this is just one more thing to remind me that the very last bits of baby in my first baby are literally falling away, and right before my very eyes.