Isaac finally lost his first tooth over the holidays and for some reason I feel very sentimental about it every time I see that little vacancy in his mouth. The kids in his class were losing teeth all the time last year so maybe the fact that he is the last one makes me a little overly mooshy. And the jaggedy new one is coming in at an amazing pace – if that tooth is some sort of indication of how fast he is changing, we’ve hit hyper speed.
His little friend pulled a tooth out at the lunch table today when I happened to be at school volunteering – opening milk cartons, fetching forgotten ketchup packets and zipping zippers. She waved me over to show me the bloody little thing hanging by a thread. When I asked her what we should do, all 12 of the girls, through the gaping holes in their mouths, explained that she was to go to the nurse who has a supply of tiny treasure boxes for this remarkable, yet daily event. I love that. We had fun making a tooth box for safe-keeping at home but I hope Isaac loses a tooth at school because who wouldn’t want a tiny tooth treasure chest!
When Isaac’s tooth came out, he immediately commented on how it had seemed big in his mouth, but was so very small as he held it in his hand and studied it with wonder. That’s how I feel about him too, when I look at him, I don’t see any sign of that baby who took a long time to get his first tooth, he’s a big, capable kid but when I hold him close, I realize he is still so small and fills me with wonder.
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