We haven’t had a lost tooth for some time now, and its clear that some need to come out soon. You know when your kid reaches that point where their teeth look too small for their face? Yup. Thats Rowan right now. He has Bradys lips and mouth, but these teeny tiny baby teeth. He has one little front tooth missing that has been missing for a while, but the others seem to have been cemented in there!
Until last night.
4:30am.
We were less than impressed, to say the least.
He showed up in our room at 4:30am to tell us he lost a tooth. He went to hug Brady and dropped the thing. Into our bed. Into the vicinity of the man who can’t feel most of his body.
Le sigh.
Brady worked hard to find it, but it got brushed onto the floor and the lights came out. They finally were able to find the tooth, and Brady told him to go back to bed. He tried hard to strike the balance between being happy for him but also pointing out the fact that he absolutely did not need to come upstairs to wake us in the middle of the night. He understood, and made his way out of our room. Right in the doorway, he stopped, and said “Oh no. Mom. I dropped it again.”
So I had to get up, get dressed, pull out my phone and turn on the flashlight to help him find the stupid thing. We finally got the kid out of our room, into his, with his door shut.
And we lay in bed. Unmoving. Wide awake.
Sooooo we watched a show and eventually fell asleep. But it was short and choppy and weird and definitely not our best. But we survived. And we’re only one tooth down.