The night before Christmas Eve... babygirl wasn't quite herself. A little more quiet than normal. We had been at my mom's celebrating Christmas and I just thought it was strange she was so quiet, but chalked it up to her being tired. We got home late, the girls fell asleep in the car. But, D woke up when I put her to bed. We agreed she could come lay with me in our bed. Something we don't like to try to form a habit of... (but they are only little once, and I secretly love to feel the fall asleep on my arm.) She tossed and turned... and finally blurted out in my ear in a tiny whisper.. I think my tooth is gone. WHAT? That was my initial reaction! I had just asked her at lunch how that tooth was hanging in and she showed me that it was obviously loose but ok... so I thought.
Funny thing is we still don't know what happened to that tooth. She said she bit into a deviled egg that night and it got really loose. (I believe that she swallowed it.) She insists that she DID NOT.
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how exciting!!!!! such a first for them.
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