Wiggly

I thought I would cry the day Layne lost his first tooth. A milestone that says "I am growing up and leaving babyhood behind --worse-- in the trash." I like babies. However, I didn't realize that teeth could be wiggly for 3 months before coming out. That is a lot of time for a mom to prepare herself.

At first the wiggly tooth was exciting, of coarse. We would wiggle it every couple days and talk about if it was more wiggly than the last time, Layne was always sure it was. Then, he got a surprise, the new tooth began growing in behind his old one, shark style.

Once the pictures started, we had to include everybody. So here are Brik's darling teeth, which he better not ever lose.

And then the true baby who is still getting his first set, 13 and counting.

So that was freaky, right? His tooth is coming in in the wrong place. On top of that, he is complaining about it hurting every time he eats and uses it as an excuse to not eat celery or cucumbers. I wanted to pull it when I never thought I would. The best tooth-loosing experience was the one tooth that just fell out with no Dad pulling involved.

We played around with it. "How far can you move it this way, that way, how about pushing it with your tongue, let me tie a string around it and you can wiggle it." We got him excited about the tooth fairy. "She leaves twice as much if you loose it on a Saturday since she doesn't like to work on Sunday's." Then came threats. "You are going to swallow it in your sleep and it will hurt your throat or you will lose it in the swimming pool and never be able to find it."

Lastly, bribes. "If I pull it and it doesn't come out, I will give you $5. Let me put this pliers in your mouth and I promise I won't pull it, if I do I will give you $100. If you let me pull your tooth you can stay up for 20 more minutes, otherwise it is bedtime right now."

I gave him a popsicle and told him how cold makes things numb so that it won't hurt him. Jarom got the pliers and he ran away. Jarom looked in his mouth while he hid the pliers. Jarom found the pliers and Layne cried. Enter; Bribes. Layne decided to have it pulled and pop, it was done. Layne laughed, "it didn't even hurt." I took a picture and told him I would send it to Nana and Papa. He wanted to look at it first to make sure they couldn't see his tears. I guess he didn't care so much about the popsicle on his face.