The moment has come that my littlest has lost her first tooth. A milestone in growing older and it has left me with a bit of sadness.
With Sam's first tooth I sat with him for 20 minutes as he wiggled back and forth and I cheered him on. We shared the moment together. Josie has always been more independent than her brother, but sometimes I don't like it. Today after arriving home from work she let me know her tooth was loose. After a quick inspection and agreeing it was loose, but not that loose I gave a quick smile and she ran off to play. Less than 10 minutes later I hear her shout "MY TOOTH CAME OUT, MY TOOTH CAME OUT, MOMMY MY TOOTH CAME OUT!" What? I ran to see indeed she had pulled that tooth out on her own. Without my guidance or me cheering her on, my independent little girl was so proud of herself.
With the tooth pillow from my childhood.
