While my blog has lain neglected we’ve had a lot of firsts around here.
It seems like time is speeding up faster in Rosie’s life. She’s getting more grown up by the second. I don’t understand why this is happening! It’s a mixture of terrifying, amazing, exciting, and sad all at once.
It started last week.
One day she was complaining that her teeth were sore. The next day she started screaming because something was terribly wrong with one bottom tooth.
It was loose!
The tooth wiggled all week, getting looser and looser.
It wiggled through homeschooling. It wiggled while Rosie read Little Bear for the first time.
The tooth wiggled through Rosie’s first eye doctor appointment.
She wiggled her tooth while selecting glasses, particularly insisting on ones that were square like her favorite character Velma from Scooby Doo.
It wiggled when she experienced seeing leaves clearly on the trees with her new pair of glasses on.
The tooth stayed loose all week, including wiggling around in her mouth through some intense magic tricks.
And today, while we were sitting in the living room reading books, she screamed again.
“Is this my tooth?” she gasped, holding out her hand.
It was! Her tooth was laying in the palm of her hand. Tiny and white, and a little bloody.
It just..fell out.
(Her glasses make me grin, I love how they are so…Rosie. She refused to get any other pair but these, completely typical of her.)
All of those nights I spent holding a hysterically screaming baby as that tooth slowly worked its way up through her gums.
The excitement we felt as we noticed the first razor sharp points of her new tooth.
All of that, and the tooth just falls out with little fanfare. Sometimes I question the ways of Mother Nature, I mean really…
I have trouble remembering when Rosie was my squishy little baby. It flew by, it was over in a flash.
There were so many little moments I thought I would never forget, yet they have faded…sad.
Look at her!
Big blue eyes, she still has huge eyes. That same little dimple on her left cheek near her mouth.
Only now all traces of this sweet little baby are gone, replaced by a big walking, non-stop talking, bouncy five year old.
Here’s the first glimpse of that tooth poking through her gums. You can barely see it there.