We loth a tooth at our houth!

So, what, it's been about two weeks since we announced that Camron had two loose teeth? Well today I'm announcing that after much wiggling and much dreading of possible pain and blood, one of those teeth has been lost! And I missed it!

Every night for the past week, I've been checking to see if a tooth was loose enough for me to pull, as I didn't want to miss the moment - and what's more, I wanted to record the event. I tried last Saturday, but the tooth wasn't quite ready (well, I thought it was, but it would've taken a little yank and Camron was cringing and Meaghan was freaking out that there would be blood spewing and Camron would be wailing in pain, so I didn't). Then the past couple of days it was ready, but Craig wasn't home in the evenings to be co-witness or run the camera. So tonight was the night... except the tooth fell out at school today.

When I arrived to pick Camron up, he was BEAMING, pointing to his mouth, and wearing his tooth in a tooth holder around his neck. From what I can gleam (okay, so the kid told me the story over and over and over again so this is basically word for word), he was sitting on the carpet during story time when he gave the tooth a little wiggle and it fell into his mouth. He fished it out, raised his hand to tell the teacher, and she put it in the tooth holder for him. And then... the part Camron has REALLY been waiting for since their dental unit... she recorded his name on the "Lost Teeth" list. And according to Camron, when she did so, everyone said, "Yay!" And if they didn't for reals, at least they did in his head.

So there I sat on the crowded sidewalk outside his classroom, looking at that empty space in his mouth where my baby's baby tooth used to be. And, yeah, I blinked back a few tears. I missed it. I missed the momentous occasion. I missed the shock and wonder and that first toothless grin. But I think it happened the way Camron wanted it to - all on its own with no pain or blood... and where everyone who is celebrating the same momentous occasions could see it happen and celebrate with him. Besides, one down... and, like, what, 19 to go? Something like that...

Dad giving the new "window" a thorough check.

As if that smile wasn't already cute enough...

And a little view of the new tooth coming in.

Viola! The tooth!

And so after telling/showing every possible person about his tooth, my boy wrote a letter to the Tooth Fairy tonight. Not the letter I was expecting, but a letter:

"Dear Tooth Fairy. Can you please make me a good dream, not bad?
P.S. This is my 1st tooth I lost."

I'm not sure what Camron understands about the Tooth Fairy, or who told him what, but I hope she brings my boy sweet dreams, too. And I hope she gives him a nice chunk of change, though probably not the $200 he thought she might leave him.

So on to the day's other "firsts". Now, Meaghan contends she also lost a tooth today when she fell down and it just, you know, popped right out. Uh-huh. In fact, by the time she went to bed, she'd lost three teeth. (I think someone wants the tooth fairy to come to her, as well.) Now while no real teeth were lost, today was her first real audible finger snap... something she's been practicing for the past week (because she got the whistling thing down the week before). Weird thing is, she came home today with blisters on her finger and thumb. Can one get blisters from practicing snapping? I don't know... but it's a little weird.

And guess which finger had the blister?

Betcha never would've guessed that one, eh? So congratulations to you, too, my Meaghan. You are both growing up much too fast.