Mojo Be Damned! Life goes on.
Well that didn't take long! It turns out that when you recognize that you need to take a breather, life doesn't conveniently stop in its tracks to help you out. Already, I have something to talk about.
This evening, Firstborn came running into the kitchen, yelling "Mommy, look! Mommy, look!"
He was so frantic, I expected to turn around and discover that his arm had fallen off. Luckily, it wasn't anything so serious. But there WAS some blood, and he was holding out in front of him the teeniest little speck of enamel. He's lost his first tooth!
It's been so many years since I lost teeth, I wasn't sure how long the wiggly tooth was going to take to finally drop out, and I was kind of hoping it'd stay put for a few weeks until the Captain was home to experience this little milestone. But I guess it'll happen another 19 times or so. And now I have to figure out how much the tooth fairy puts under pillows these days.
A while back, someone in Firstborn's class got a Wii for his first lost tooth. I don't think I was the only mother in town who wanted to give the tooth fairy a good slap for that one. I'm figuring $2 should probably cover it.
How much do you give for a lost tooth?