the first tooth

Henry has a plastic snake that has become his absolute favorite toy. He carries it with him everywhere he goes and despite the fact that his sister lopped it's head off with a pair of gardening shears, he still sleeps with it, every night.

He calls it "Snakey."

Although Carolyn has lost (and swallowed) three teeth, up until last week, she's been our only child to depart with any of their baby teeth. Last week, I noticed that Elizabeth had a slightly loose right bottom tooth. The next day, when she was playing with her wittle brother, she thought it would be a good idea to bite the tail of his beloved Snakey and Henry not thinking that was such a good idea (on her part) decided to whip Snakey away.

Lo and behold, as he did so, Elizabeth's tooth flew out of her mouth and across the room.

(Henry was horrified but Elizabeth was delighted. Truly. Her first lost tooth!)

As of Thursday, October 27, we have now lost FOUR teeth at our house. Although this is the FIRST tooth that we have actually recovered and been able to present to the Tooth Fairy.

The Tooth Fairy, WHO ALMOST FORGOT TO DROP BY.

If not for an extremely powerful subconscious that jolted me awake at 4:30 on Friday morning, and had me scrambling for my wallet, our sweet little daughter would have woken up two hours later to her very first baby tooth sitting idly in the Tooth Fairy Pillow that she inherited from her cousin, Michael.

I don't know if it's more surprising that I forgot, or that my brain is wired in such a way that I would suddenly remember in a deep sleep?

Maybe "wired" isn't the correct word choice and "short-circuited" is more appropriate.

Honestly, take a look at where I put the eggs after I finished making an omelette for myself two weeks ago. This picture was snapped off, courtesy of Charlie, who discovered the eggs when he was reaching for a coffee mug.

I guess this just proves there's been a lot on my mind.