First Lost Tooth

The day that Georgia lost her first tooth was not nearly as traumatic as the day that she came home a month earlier reporting that it was loose.  WHAT?!  Talk about no need for further evidence that your firstborn is growing up.  I wasn't ready for that news, but you roll with it, right?

I should clarify - I was talking about myself, obviously.  None of the above was traumatic to Georgia.  It was all 1000% exciting.  Exciting for the tooth to be loose.  Triple exciting to check the mail everyday for her special tooth pillow that she picked out and then anxiously awaited like it was a secret decoder ring.  Infinity exciting to have the tooth fall out in the parking lot of Chipotle on the first day of Spring Break and then be awarded a free kid's meal on account of such good fortune.

As you'll see from the pictures, Georgia negotiated a deal with the tooth fairy who kindly left her $1.00 in quarters, two of which, much to her delight, were Georgia quarters.


Showing off for her sister.

Okay, I have to throw in this picture of June who insisted at the time that I take it. Amidst me searching the pavement for the tooth, Waylon managed to scratch June pretty hard. I'm sparing you the fresh-out-of-Georgia'-mouth bloody gap pictures, but suffice it to say that for a few minutes there it appeared as though the children had been in a bar fight.


What follows is actually the "Before" photo, taken when the tooth first became loose. Georgia was already sporting a pretty big gap before the tooth fell out.

"After":


This last shot is for Georgia, who wanted me to photograph the tooth, and my friend Susan, who apparently likes seeing teeth and will therefore be glad that I did. Ewwww. You're welcome.

This felt like a big milestone for both parents and child! And the next tooth is already loose...