Elsa lost her first tooth tonight. It was kind of a long haul--it got loose around Easter, and I could see the new tooth growing in, and I have to confess to having some Mama anxiety about whether she was going to have a double row of teeth. But Jesse stepped in, and encouraged her to really wriggle it, and it came out. She put it in an envelope under her pillow, and I just slipped in and took the tooth, and replaced it with cash. Two dollars. Was that too much? I wish it had occurred to me earlier to make something, to have something special ready to mark the occasion, but, despite the long wait, I didn't think about it until just now. I think she will appreciate the money, though...
Before she went to sleep--and it took her a long, long time tonight--she said to me, "If you are the tooth fairy, Mommy, please keep my tooth." That little, tiny white tooth is sitting in my jewelry box. I think it is the first tooth she got, and I remember when it came in. Or I remember suddenly realizing it was in--there she was, in the wrap (which is the most valuable piece of baby gear I own), and I put my finger in her mouth and felt its sharp little edge. She never got cranky when she teethed...just, suddenly there was a tooth. She was, I think, about 8 months old. And I remember how excited I was about it. It just seemed so amazing. My baby made a tooth. And now it is gone, with another one loose, and she herself is so excited and pleased with what her body is doing. My little baby. My big girl.
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