Add a little giddy, some dental floss, and we have a tooth!

The long awaited moment has arrived for both myself and my oldest son, Caleb. He finally lost his first tooth. At 7 and a half years old we were beginning to wonder. A bit how I wondered if he'd ever get teeth as a baby, since his first tooth didn't arrive until he was over 12 months old. He is a late bloomer in matters of dental development, which is fine by me if it means less time in braces later in life!

As I managed the children through bath and jammies I also did some needed grooming: ear swabbing, hair combing, flossing of all three boys' teeth, when I proceeded to my nightly test of Caleb's two bottom teeth. Both of which have had promising signs of wiggle for weeks now. As I pulled, both our eyes grew to saucers at the realization these puppies were LOOSE. Very loose. We giggled, I prodded, he giggled and we plotted.

As we commenced with the nightly teeth brushing I decided to tie some long floss around the loosest of the teeth and let nature takes its course; thus, being a kid with two younger siblings, a string and a loose tooth can only go one way: OUT. And before we even left the bathroom, as I adjusted my camera settings, I heard a distinct *plunk, *tink and Caleb's words, "Well, I think that did it." He had stepped on the dangling floss and plucked that baby out! I will forever remember the look of pure shock and joy that he had finally lost his first tooth.

And for this mama, I look forward to every lost tooth, and all the glories of being a kid.