Trumped!

A wise person once said, “The best laid plans”… well, they don’t always work out.  I had already planned to post this evening about David’s visit and the early 50th birthday party we held for him tonight.  Everything was going along perfectly…

…and then Crisana’s tooth fell out.

I mean 50’s great and all, and I don’t get to see my brother every day, but come on!  This is my baby’s first lost tooth we’re talking about here.  So since David doesn’t actually turn 50 until October, his birthday celebration is officially trumped in favor of parental bragging rights.

Her front two bottom teeth have been somewhat wiggly since right before school started.  She was earnestly wiggling them hoping to have them ready to fall out the first day of school, but those stubborn roots would just not recede fast enough.  But she persevered, and this morning when she woke up that darn tooth was all snaggly and out of joint and we knew it was only a matter of time before it would fall out.  We just hoped she wouldn’t accidentally swallow it.

By dinner time the tooth was obviously bothering her and she came to me asking for me to pull it.  Gathering all my motherly strength (this is the same strength that allows you to watch your own child throw up and not spew yourself; it is also the same strength that allows you to clean poopy bottoms and deal with bloody appendages with out passing out), I grasped onto that tooth with a napkin…and proceeded to send Crisana into hysterics.  “It hurts!”  she cried.  So I sent her on her merry way with strong admonition to keep wiggling.  My innards, which by this time have turned to jello, begin to solidify once again and I am no longer grasping the kitchen counter, white-knuckled, trying to keep myself vertical.

Not more than 10 minutes later she was back.  “I changed my mind.”  (words we hear often)  “I do want you to pull it.”  And Matt’s outside grilling the steak.  Dang it.  So here we go again with the napkin and jello-guts.  I grab hold of the tooth and *POP!* Out it squeaks into my hand.  Just like that!  No blood, no pain!  Just an elated little girl who would have shouted the joyous news from the mountaintops if we’d had any nearby.

Here is what her new smile looks like:

First she starts kindergarten, then she loses her first tooth.  Next I suppose she’ll be asking for the car keys and showing off her engagement ring.