Although I was prepared to tell Connor about the Tooth Fairy, I never did. I just couldn't take the sadness. And that turned out to be a good choice, because a few months later, Connor pulled a tooth out, handed it to Ed, and then it was lost. Or so everyone thought.
Connor wrote a note to the Tooth Fairy asking for assistance, and you know what? Four days later the Tooth Fairy's helper found that baby tooth in the bottom of the washing machine. Sometimes it take a little while for the magic to happen, but it always happens.
After returning the tooth to its owner, Connor left it out for the Tooth Fairy and was greeted with the usual note, gem, and $1. Little did I know, I was setting the Tooth Fairy up for a very tall task.
Yesterday, Helen came home from school and announced she had lost her tooth, and then announced that really, she had LOST her tooth. It fell out of the tooth shaped necklace gifted to her by the nurse. Her friend Sara helped her look for it in the mulch on the playground outside of her classroom, but to no avail.
In the evening, Helen asked if we could ride bikes, and we rode them up to her school just to take one more look around. Still, no luck.
By bedtime, it was sinking in that her tooth might really be gone. But Helen remembered Connor's good fortune, so while I was downstairs picking up a few toys, Helen got out a piece of paper and asked the Tooth Fairy for help finding the tooth. Helen pointed out to me that she was trying to be very polite and careful, and had refrained from writing Mrs. Tooth Fairy or Mr. Tooth Fairy, for fear of accidentally insulting the Tooth Fairy.
Helen asserted her confidence that the Tooth Fairy was real because she just knows there would be NO WAY for me to sneak upstairs, get the tooth from beneath her pillow, snatch the tooth and replace it with goodies, and exit the room without her noticing.
Last night, she opted to sleep as far away from the note as possible, so as not to risk accidentally crushing the Tooth Fairy by rolling over on her or him, just in case her tooth was returned.
I do not know why, but I have saved all of my children's teeth. This came in very handy last night. The Tooth Fairy returned a tooth to Helen, described where she found it (which was a bit away from where Helen had directed me to look) and asked Helen to please confirm if it was hers. That way, on the off-chance that the torrential downpour we experienced last night did not totally wash the real missing tooth away - or if it turns up in a desk or locker in the near future - Helen will know the Tooth Fairy made a mistake, not that the Tooth Fairy intentionally tried to trick her!
This morning, Helen confirmed that indeed, this was the exact tooth she lost. Tonight, Helen plans to leave the tooth for the Fairy.
Elaine
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Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Lost Teeth!
The reporter in this house (me) should be fired! She's been prioritizing her running and working over blogging. Teeth have been dropping - and not one word in this space. Forgive me, Helen, I do realize it was a really big deal. You played it for all it was worth - and even now, as the new tooth grows in, you still tell me at least three times each day how strange it feels to have a hole in your mouth where there used to be a tooth!
On February 28, Helen lost her first tooth. She started wiggling the tooth and worse, regularly sticking her fingers in her mouth (eek!) probably 6 weeks ago. She assured me her tooth was loose, and I assured her that was impossible since Connor did not lose his first tooth until after first grade - and I didn't lose my first tooth until I was 8. Clearly, the girl is an overachiever - at least in the loss of unnecessary body parts.
While at the dentist a few weeks ago, the dental hygienist mentioned Helen's loose tooth and I assure you, the "I told you so" look from Helen was fantastic. Now that she had a professional on her side, she became emboldened.
Not one to back out of a good story, Helen opted to milk the loose tooth for all it was worth. Regularly, she informed us that it was extremely difficult to eat particular foods. Regularly, she told us how loose her tooth was but DO NOT TOUCH IT! And regularly, I told her I would pop it out if she wanted me to.
She sent notes to each of her grandparents with their box of valentine's cookies letting them know she had a loose tooth. I believe she announced this fact to her Aunt Linda as well. On Valentine's Day, Helen and I worked together to design and make a pillow for her tooth. The back has a tiny heart where the tooth gets placed after falling out.
Despite our readiness, the tooth held on.
Finally, it was so loose that I was certain it would fall out that night, and I didn't want to miss it - so I mentioned trying to wiggle it out once more.
She gave the tooth three wiggles and out it popped!
Connor, on the other hand, not one to play up the drama these days, is so used to teeth falling out that twice, he has mentioned "my tooth sort of hurts" and then gone into the bathroom and just popped it out. The first time, before he did this I confidently told Ed there was no way Connor was in the bathroom pulling his tooth out because he would never do that.
Turns out, I was wrong. When he did it a second time, I wasn't home, so he left this note for the Tooth Fairy.
He was so nonchalant about the loss of this tooth, that after writing the note, he promptly forgot about the tooth entirely. Luckily, the tooth fairy was able to find the tooth on our family desk and replace it with a gem and a dollar. Connor was shocked when he went to retrieve the tooth about a week later, only to find it gone. You just can't trust the tooth fairy, I guess.
Elaine
On February 28, Helen lost her first tooth. She started wiggling the tooth and worse, regularly sticking her fingers in her mouth (eek!) probably 6 weeks ago. She assured me her tooth was loose, and I assured her that was impossible since Connor did not lose his first tooth until after first grade - and I didn't lose my first tooth until I was 8. Clearly, the girl is an overachiever - at least in the loss of unnecessary body parts.
While at the dentist a few weeks ago, the dental hygienist mentioned Helen's loose tooth and I assure you, the "I told you so" look from Helen was fantastic. Now that she had a professional on her side, she became emboldened.
Not one to back out of a good story, Helen opted to milk the loose tooth for all it was worth. Regularly, she informed us that it was extremely difficult to eat particular foods. Regularly, she told us how loose her tooth was but DO NOT TOUCH IT! And regularly, I told her I would pop it out if she wanted me to.
She sent notes to each of her grandparents with their box of valentine's cookies letting them know she had a loose tooth. I believe she announced this fact to her Aunt Linda as well. On Valentine's Day, Helen and I worked together to design and make a pillow for her tooth. The back has a tiny heart where the tooth gets placed after falling out.
Despite our readiness, the tooth held on.
Finally, it was so loose that I was certain it would fall out that night, and I didn't want to miss it - so I mentioned trying to wiggle it out once more.
She gave the tooth three wiggles and out it popped!
Connor, on the other hand, not one to play up the drama these days, is so used to teeth falling out that twice, he has mentioned "my tooth sort of hurts" and then gone into the bathroom and just popped it out. The first time, before he did this I confidently told Ed there was no way Connor was in the bathroom pulling his tooth out because he would never do that.
Turns out, I was wrong. When he did it a second time, I wasn't home, so he left this note for the Tooth Fairy.
He was so nonchalant about the loss of this tooth, that after writing the note, he promptly forgot about the tooth entirely. Luckily, the tooth fairy was able to find the tooth on our family desk and replace it with a gem and a dollar. Connor was shocked when he went to retrieve the tooth about a week later, only to find it gone. You just can't trust the tooth fairy, I guess.
Elaine
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Second Lost Tooth
The teeth are shedding quickly, it seems. Connor's total tooth loss count doubled this morning, with two upper teeth remaining loose. The number of teeth I have pulled in the last two weeks also doubled. Do I qualify for a DDS yet?
Last night, Connor pointed out how loose his remaining lower front tooth was. It wasn't quite loose enough for me to rip it out and after asking me to wiggle it a bit, Connor decided he'd rather lose it at school. Apparently the nurse sends you home with some tooth-shaped container that you wear around your neck so you don't lose it. I instructed him to start wiggling the tooth and told him I'd leave it alone unless I saw another tooth coming in. If that happened, I'd yank the tooth.
This morning at breakfast, Connor decided he didn't want to wait any longer for the tooth to exit his mouth. He'd been wiggling the tooth through the night and it had become uncomfortable. So I grabbed a paper towel and freed the little bugger from Connor's mouth.
I'm guessing another poem and gem will appear in place of his tooth before he wakes!
Elaine
Last night, Connor pointed out how loose his remaining lower front tooth was. It wasn't quite loose enough for me to rip it out and after asking me to wiggle it a bit, Connor decided he'd rather lose it at school. Apparently the nurse sends you home with some tooth-shaped container that you wear around your neck so you don't lose it. I instructed him to start wiggling the tooth and told him I'd leave it alone unless I saw another tooth coming in. If that happened, I'd yank the tooth.
This morning at breakfast, Connor decided he didn't want to wait any longer for the tooth to exit his mouth. He'd been wiggling the tooth through the night and it had become uncomfortable. So I grabbed a paper towel and freed the little bugger from Connor's mouth.
I'm guessing another poem and gem will appear in place of his tooth before he wakes!
Elaine
Sunday, December 30, 2012
First Lost Tooth
Connor has been nursing a loose tooth since some time in October. When I first discovered it was loose, Connor was thrilled. Then, he was not so thrilled, as he learned that the tooth didn't just fall out with no effort the next day. He was even less thrilled when he discovered that messing around with the tooth could cause soreness. The boy does not like to inflict pain on himself, which makes sense, of course.
I was content to let it just get pushed out in its own time, until I noticed another tooth coming in BEHIND the loose tooth. At that point, I told him the loose one needed to go and make room for the other because I did not want to have to deal with having two teeth in one space. So for the past few days, I wiggled the tooth whenever I thought about it (once or twice a day).
Connor had asked me a few days ago if I could make an appointment for the dentist to pull it out - and I wa$ not in favor of thi$ at all.
We were out with friends last night, and I asked Ellen if she pulled teeth. This next thing I'm going to write is why I adore Ellen so much. "Oh yes I do!" she said, followed by "let me get a paper towel". The woman is pure action when it comes to these parenting milestones.
But despite Ellen's willingness and enthusiasm for the project, she didn't pull the tooth because her older daughter intervened on Connor's behalf, laying herself across the table pleading "no, mom, it's going to hurt". Which turned Connor from being excited to fearful. Ellen tried to get her daughter to keep her yap shut, but that was not happening. The truth must be known!
Last night, when it was time to brush teeth, I told Connor I was going to work on his tooth again. Taking my cue from Ellen, I grabbed a paper towel and yanked the little bugger. It took two tugs and the thing was out. Only Connor had no idea it was out, so he was greeting me with a chorus of "owowowow" until his tongue finally found the space where his tooth once held on tight, and then he looked like this:
We carefully brushed the tooth, because Connor didn't want the tooth fairy to have to see any blood. He made certain the drain was covered - he was not going to lose this precious booty.
And, just as I had predicted, the tooth fairy left Connor a note, a gem, and a dollar. He's taken great care of the gem and can't wait to see if he gets another gem the next time.
I have a pretty good feeling that he'll get exactly that!
Elaine
I was content to let it just get pushed out in its own time, until I noticed another tooth coming in BEHIND the loose tooth. At that point, I told him the loose one needed to go and make room for the other because I did not want to have to deal with having two teeth in one space. So for the past few days, I wiggled the tooth whenever I thought about it (once or twice a day).
Connor had asked me a few days ago if I could make an appointment for the dentist to pull it out - and I wa$ not in favor of thi$ at all.
We were out with friends last night, and I asked Ellen if she pulled teeth. This next thing I'm going to write is why I adore Ellen so much. "Oh yes I do!" she said, followed by "let me get a paper towel". The woman is pure action when it comes to these parenting milestones.
But despite Ellen's willingness and enthusiasm for the project, she didn't pull the tooth because her older daughter intervened on Connor's behalf, laying herself across the table pleading "no, mom, it's going to hurt". Which turned Connor from being excited to fearful. Ellen tried to get her daughter to keep her yap shut, but that was not happening. The truth must be known!
Last night, when it was time to brush teeth, I told Connor I was going to work on his tooth again. Taking my cue from Ellen, I grabbed a paper towel and yanked the little bugger. It took two tugs and the thing was out. Only Connor had no idea it was out, so he was greeting me with a chorus of "owowowow" until his tongue finally found the space where his tooth once held on tight, and then he looked like this:
We carefully brushed the tooth, because Connor didn't want the tooth fairy to have to see any blood. He made certain the drain was covered - he was not going to lose this precious booty.
And, just as I had predicted, the tooth fairy left Connor a note, a gem, and a dollar. He's taken great care of the gem and can't wait to see if he gets another gem the next time.
I have a pretty good feeling that he'll get exactly that!
Elaine
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