Last week was a really big week at our house for a couple of reasons. First, my oldest turned FIVE. That alone made me wonder where all the time had gone since we brought her home from the hospital, but I’ve been feeling that way since before she was born.
The bigger, and maybe more thrilling, part of our week was her losing her first tooth. I was utterly unprepared for it because she isn’t even in Kindergarten and she’s just a few days into being five.
There really wasn’t any traumatic story to go with it coming out. She ate a piece of popcorn and out it popped. It was what happened almost right afterward that made my heart swell. She ran to her room and her ‘art station’ to write about what she had done RIGHT AFTER it fell out.
|“The Loose Tooth List”
|play, jump, write, talk, walk