First Tooth

She finally lost her first tooth this past weekend.

We were all getting ready to go pumpkin picking at the local farm and she came running upstairs in her bath room, blood dripping every where.

I can't do blood. I doesn't matter how small or how big, it doesn't matter if it's a complete stranger or my child in danger. I simply can't do blood.

I freaked and told her to rush to her father.

She calmly told me her father was in the shower.

I told her i didn't care and that she needed to go and bang on the door!

She did just that and my husband freaked out himself wondering why someone was banging on the bathroom door so hard (he's just lucky he gets the luxury of closing AND locking the door when he showers!)

He came out of the shower half washed and half PISSED at me for scaring the crap out of him and Baby C. (And now I look back on it, rightfully so).

Because I panicked and couldn't even look at her mouth, she started crying....I swear I felt so bad but I couldn't do a thing.

Of course Big C handled it perfectly fine...he gave her a hug and all of a sudden the tooth was no longer in her mouth but in his hand. (Just typing this made my stomach flip)

I swear had I been left alone and this incident had happened I think I might have taken her to the ER or the neighbors house!!!

Her tooth is so tiny that you can barely even see that there's a tooth missing, and we still made it to the farm on schedule:

She has school pictures tomorrow, (of course), it will be interesting to see if we can even tell if her tooth is missing in the pictures. But if it is, what memories we'll have from that day when we look at her first school picture 20 years from now!

Staci shared this poem that I just love:

A tooth fell out and left a space,
So big my tongue could touch my face
And every time I smile I show,
A space where something used to grow,
I miss my tooth as you can guess.
But then, I have to BRUSH ONE LESS!