The Tooth Fairy is Summoned

Yes, the era of teeth-too-big-for-the-face has begun! Jayce lost his first tooth a few weeks ago, and the one next to it is on its way out any day now. At first I didn't believe him when he wiggled it around . . . I figured he was just anxious to speed up the process. He proved me wrong, however, and the looseness could not be denied.



Sadly, I failed. When the big day arrived I kept his tooth for safe keeping, but that evening I couldn't remember where that safe place was. I ended up writing a note to T.F., explaining how Mom lost it, and tucked it under his pillow. All was forgiven -- Jayce just wanted was his first "piece of money." And in another attempt at being the flightiest mother ever, I nearly forgot my tooth fairy role. Jer reminded me at midnight, so the deed was accomplished at the last-minute. Jayce was ecstatic with his $5 (talk about inflation!) and is anxious for the next. I don't think I'm anxious . . . each tooth represents his increasing maturity, and I'm not ready to lose my sweet little boy!