Two days after his 7th birthday, my boy *finally* lost his VERY FIRST tooth ever. It had been wiggly forever and Gavin and I had discussed at length all the things we were going to do when it fell out and how we were going to celebrate it and where we were going to put it for the tooth fairy (etc....ad nauseum) and wouldn't you know it? Yeah, he loses it while I am at a photo shoot last night. He, of course, was totally fine about me missing the big event. I, on the other hand, was totally devastated. I had to have my husband recount (with as much attention to detail as a man can recall...) his state of disbelief, his delirious joy, his unbridled excitement.... SIGH. I missed it. I missed all of it. :(
When I got home and went to go retrieve the tooth from under my sleeping son's pillow I found it IN.A.ZIPLOC.BAG. Cause, you know, dad's just do things their own way. I, naturally, had set aside a LOVELY customized little tooth fairy pillow that my dear friend Junneen had so sweetly sewed and put together for Gavin just for this occasion. Yeah. You know, whatever. Grrrrr. Gavin was obviously ok with it though since he had also instructed his father to leave a message on the ziploc bag asking the tooth fairy to please leave his tooth behind because it was very special to him and he wanted to keep it. Adorable.
My husband luckily had a silver dollar and other fancy coins he was able to put in the bag for Gavin to discover in the morning. I was awakened at 6 am by the sound of jingling coins in a bag right up to my ear and a little boy jumping up and down excitedly barely able to contain himself.
We immediately secured the tooth into a more proper receptacle, a little twist top tooth fairy box I had purchased ages ago just for the occasion (I'm ridiculously crazy about such little details) and he proceeded to carry that little box with him all day showing his tooth off to anyone who was willing to look at it. So funny! Of course, it would not be our house if there wasn't at least ONE disaster surrounding the occasion and Ellie was sure to provide that for us, as she tends to like to do.
Despite being told to NOT TOUCH the little container, (ha!) she waited until I was getting dressed and Gavin was brushing his teeth (now minus one) to unscrew the cap, play with the tooth, drop the tooth and proceed to come up and tell us that she lost the tooth and couldn't find it. Gavin flipped out. I'm frustrated because we were already running late to get out the door (we leave at 8 am sharp) and I had to spend the next 35 minutes on my hands and knees (both kids joined me and "helped") looking for a tiny little tooth knowing that I would not be able to vacuum my entire kitchen/dining room area until we found that darn tooth. We did finally find it but I was late because of that little fiasco. Sigh. Never a dull moment in my house.
So, I did manage to grab a super fast snapshot of Gavin and his new grin this morning at breakfast (bedhead and all) which I had him exaggerate so we could see the hole, which is actually hard to see on those bottom teeth slots. I also got a quick shot of his "designer" ziploc tooth carrier and his resulting "loot." He has been on Cloud 9 all day so I can only imagine how happy he was last night when he lost it. I'm so happy for him, he was really getting annoyed that EVERYONE he knew, even kids younger than him by a couple years, had already lost a tooth. PHEW!
