Ready or not...

My baby is going to grow up. Sigh...

And there's not a whole lot I can do about it, huh?

The removal of the tooth was kinda funny. It had been loose for weeks. But we don't pull them around here, on advice from the dentist. We just let them come out naturally.

Well... two kids on a trampoline playing tag sort of negated all of that this evening after supper. She comes in with eyes as big as saucers, and then she starts crying because she "wasn't ready". And then Tooter starts crying because he didn't mean to bump into her and make her tooth fall out. (And he probably thought he was in trouble, since he really doesn't understand the baby tooth/adult tooth thing!) And I ask him why he's crying and he cries even louder saying "I don't know!". (lol...) Bless both their hearts. After Jmk gave her the we-all-did-it-wet paper towel for her to bite up against the hole, and the bleeding ceased, she was fine and only slightly weirded out.

Anyway, the lisp is super cute, and I guess she's going to get more grown up teeth, now, huh? Sigh Again. It's just.... it's adult teeth. And I know that it's going to take away from the baby'ness of her face, because it's on top. And, just,.... pffllbbttt. Blugh blugh blugh. I better get my stuff together and start being happy in front of her about the tooth thing so she can be excited without me sucking all the fun out of the room! :-)