(Not the greatest picture, but I keep forgetting to take one when there is good lighting and a little less goofy girl.)
Tooth number 5 is gone (and its the 3rd one that really was lost--I think she has bad statistics in that area because she won't wiggle them out, so they just fall out when we aren't expecting them). This one was hanging by a thread for days, but Daddy-o was out of town and she really wanted to wait until he got home. We prayed each night for the tooth to hang on a little longer. Unfortunately, all it took was a little scuffle as we left the pool Monday night, and it was punched out (sound familiar, Uncle D? Same story as when I lost my top two teeth. Only hers really was ready to come out. And the punch was intentional.) Daddy-o missed it by 2 hours.
This feels like the big one. Those bottom teeth grow in and you can't really see them. Their smile doesn't change. But when she gets this new tooth. . . Well, we'll just hope she got some throwback gene and it won't be quite as big as Daddy-o and I both got. It is funny when you think about it--these grown-up teeth in their still not fully grown little faces. No wonder why there are some awkward years in most kids school picture collection.
Still Around
8 years ago

School supplies, according to their class list--all taken care of.