Melodi was 5 when she lost her first tooth. It was exciting, it was sentimental, the tooth is somewhere in this house. But it was also, well, dramatic. And this has been going on for 4 years now. Not only does she cry, I cry. When that first tooth was loose I started to realize how different she was going to look. How she was going to have to “grow into” these big adult teeth. Plus, well, I just cry at all these milestones. And I’ve always been the one to pull these teeth. But nothing really prepared me for yesterday’s trip to the dentist.
She needed two teeth pulled because, quite honestly, they were loose and she was bleeding all over the dental hygentist. The four year old is with me and I am thinking, oh no, he will never come back to the dentist. As the chaos insued, another dental hygentist came and got him and cleaned his teeth while I was doing disaster recovery with Melodi. I tell the hygentist, “Do what you got to do…” and she replies, “I can’t, legally, I can’t pull these teeth…” WHAT? That’s a whole ‘nother post. So, Melodi gets to pull her first tooth. The pictures may not do this justice but suffice it to say that the tooth fairy bar got raised BIG TIME.