The Lost Lost Tooth

Gage's first tooth losing was much less eventful (read: horrifying) than Olivia's. He went to the neighbor's to play, and when he returned announced that Naomi had pulled his tooth. A few days later, he parked himself in front of the hallway mirror and wiggled and pulled until his other loose tooth finally gave way. He rinsed the little bugger and his bloody mouth and triumphantly entered the kitchen to show me the fruits of his labor.

That night, he kept fiddling with it under his pillow and lost it. We wrote the tooth fairy a note, and she left a magical velvet bag to put the tooth in when we found it. It was under the bed, and he got his cash money, which also got lost pretty quickly.

It never ceases to amaze me how opposite my two oldest can be. Liv has had a loose tooth for literally months, and does all she can to protect it from falling out. The new one growing in is nearly as big! She lets them stay in there until they are barely hanging on and fall out gently on their own. Gage wastes no time and gets right down to a good old fashioned yanking.