Brady has been complaining since school started that he is the ONLY one in his whole class that doesn't have any "holes" in his mouth yet. So he had been doing a lot of self imposed wiggling if you will to fit in with all the other "hole-y" kids at school. Well the time had finally come when he did have one coming out....and then of course it freaked him out....it hurt....we put ice on it to numb it so we could pull it out, which of course he wouldn't let us do. So then he continued to talk with his lower lipped jetted out for a day because he didn't want to touch the "wiggly" tooth. Imagine a voice of someone who just got their wisdom teeth out and talking with a mouthful of cotton. So we let it dangle and be loose and he ignored the lower half of his mouth and went to school Monday morning. It fell out at school in art class and the teacher was so kind to send it home with him so we could bury it for the tooth fairy! I don't like the whole process of the teeth falling out. First I just think it is gross, the wiggling, the constant hanging on by a thread, the blood, but most of all because it starts to change the whole dynamic of the baby face of your kid. They instantly look older, their face structure changes and then of course the ortho plan begins. So as Brady's wish came true and he showed it off proudly to everyone he knew it was a bit bittersweet for me because I know it is the beginning of the end to "Baby Brady".
His first hole, same tooth Brooke lost first, we confirmed!
Ahhhh big man on campus......check out all that space.
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