Time marches on

Shortly after celebrating year number three...we had another milestone. Paul lost his first tooth. What a huge ordeal! I thought he was going to die from the tooth falling out. For whatever reason, he decided that this tooth falling out was going to be the death of him. He cried and wailed and moaned for about 3 hours. All this was going on as the tooth was getting looser and looser. Pretty soon it was hanging by a single root...barely. We just kept telling him to just give it a little tug, but again, more crying and wailing. So he would ask dad to try to move it, but then would freak out as soon as Brian tried to touch it. Eventually, the tooth was sticking straight out of his mouth, you know, perpindicular to the rest of his teeth. So Brian took him to a mirror to show him the tooth, and all of the sudden, the tooth just kinda popped out. And then he was a different child...laughing and joking like it had been the easiest thing in the world! Kids are so weird.

Well his second tooth fell out about 2 weeks later, I guess it was last Friday. And it was no big deal. He just wiggled it until it popped out. It's old hat now, I guess. Again, kids are so weird!