when losing is pretty cool
It was a big weekend for Amara.
Being one of the youngest in her kindergarten class, Amara watched as kid after kid boasted about the tooth fairy's visit.
Every so often, Amara would tug on each tooth, hoping one would be loose.
And finally one day last month, the dentist mentioned that she would be losing a tooth this summer.
Well I came home Sunday after a long run to a hysterical child.
Amara was eating Cheetos and her tooth loosened so much it was barely hanging on to the gum. And she was bleeding.
Of course Dad2Amara was of no help consoling her.
He suggested to her the old tie-the-tooth-to-a-string-and-attach-it-to-a-door technique and it freaked her out even more.
So once I calmed her down, I was able to convince her to have lunch.
And lo' and behold, the tooth came out!
My baby's first tooth came out!
I don't know who was more excited. Me, who rushed to find a camera.
Or Amara, who rushed to call Lolo and Lola2Amara and Grandpa and Grandma2Amara.
We put her tooth in a special faux silk pouch strategically placed beneath her pillow.
I sadly thought I wouldn't get to see her reaction when she woke up this morning to find that the tooth fairy has visited. (I'm at work early today...don't ask.)
But Amara ran into our bedroom at 6 a.m. to show us the dollar coin that magically appeared.
Losing her first tooth is just another sign that my baby is growing up.