I am convinced that Time is not a constant. It slows down and speeds up at its own whim.
My baby, my first-born, Isabelle.
She lost her first tooth today.
Last night, it was so loose, I could have twisted it out myself. But it must have had one last nerve attachment because she said it hurt a little. So we finally got her to bed, with assurances that if she swallowed it (she was REALLY nervous about that), it would not hurt her.
I don't have a picture of her lost tooth. And here's why:
Today she went to a birthday party for one of her school friends...
My baby, my first-born, Isabelle.
She lost her first tooth today.
Last night, it was so loose, I could have twisted it out myself. But it must have had one last nerve attachment because she said it hurt a little. So we finally got her to bed, with assurances that if she swallowed it (she was REALLY nervous about that), it would not hurt her.
I don't have a picture of her lost tooth. And here's why:
Today she went to a birthday party for one of her school friends...
...and she called me on my cell, to tell me that she was eating potato chips at the party, and she swallowed her tooth.
I seem to miss her teeth milestones...when this tooth came in when she was a baby, I was working at a podiatry office as a prn person (prn means "as needed") and my Mom, who was watching her, called to say that Isabelle's first tooth had come in. And now, I don't have that first tooth to save and cherish.
Unless we "look" for it, if you know what I mean. I don't know if I have the stomach for that.
To make this joyous occasion special for her, I made a "Tooth Fairy Bag":
And she dictated a note to the Tooth Fairy, listing what she wanted, and to assure the Tooth Fairy that it was okay that the tooth wasn't in the bag:
I wrote down exactly what she told me to write.
She drew a quick picture of her tooth going down to her stomach, and she also drew a fish.
I don't know why.
My picture of her tooth.
***I updated the new RAPTOR blog with some pictures of some of our rehab birds***
I seem to miss her teeth milestones...when this tooth came in when she was a baby, I was working at a podiatry office as a prn person (prn means "as needed") and my Mom, who was watching her, called to say that Isabelle's first tooth had come in. And now, I don't have that first tooth to save and cherish.
Unless we "look" for it, if you know what I mean. I don't know if I have the stomach for that.
To make this joyous occasion special for her, I made a "Tooth Fairy Bag":
And she dictated a note to the Tooth Fairy, listing what she wanted, and to assure the Tooth Fairy that it was okay that the tooth wasn't in the bag:
I wrote down exactly what she told me to write.
She drew a quick picture of her tooth going down to her stomach, and she also drew a fish.
I don't know why.
My picture of her tooth.
***I updated the new RAPTOR blog with some pictures of some of our rehab birds***
