Last night in the wee hours, a little bit of magic was underway on Holly Street.
Eliza lost her first tooth on Monday night. It’s been loose for weeks, but she hasn’t wanted to touch it or pull it out. She’s been avoiding apples like the step-mother from Snow White paid us a house call. She waited for it to fall out on its own. This is in stark contrast to my childhood; I worked on yanking teeth out the second I felt them give a little. (It’s much bloodier my way.)
E was spending the night at her grandparents on Monday, so we asked the Tooth Fairy to do us a special favor by postponing her visit until Tuesday night so we could get a few photos of Eliza with her first lost tooth.
Eliza woke up this morning with enough change to fill her pockets under one of her her pillows. (She keeps a ton of decorative pillows on her bed. Apparently they were all on the floor… the tooth fairy had trouble telling which one had E’s tooth under it.) She was busy sorting her coins and “exchanging” them with Jonas for books from her “store” (Don’t worry, Jonas was never given any money) all day.
I’m secretly hoping she’ll loose her two front ones in December, purely for the scrapbooking opportunity. All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth…