Another Last First

As far as I'm concerned, Lucy is our last child. So her firsts are the last ones I'll experience as a mother. Last night, she lost her first tooth. It was really hard to get her to sit still for a picture. This is the best we could do. This is a part of a game she invented- a very Lucy thing to do.

The story of her tooth is very Lucy also- pure drama. It had been wiggly for a while and it looked like it was getting close to coming out, but not quite there. However, while I brushed her teeth, that thing popped out and started gushing that red stuff that rhymes with mud. None of my other kids' teeth have bled like that. I must have had a look of shock on my face, because she looked in the mirror. Her chin was covered with blood and when she saw that, she flipped out. All the while, I'm cheerfully chattering, "Look your tooth fell out! How cool is that?" Apparently, not very cool.

We finally got her calmed down and into bed. She wanted to the Tooth Fairy to come, but didn't seem that excited about it. Jason sent a "reminder" alarm to make sure the Tooth Fairy didn't forget to come. He went upstairs to "check," if you know what I mean. But the next morning, a crestfallen Lucy came down-stairs with her tooth in a baggie. "She didn't come." Randy was quick to console her. "That's OK, Lucy. If the Tooth Fairy forgets, she brings extra money for each day she was late." He knows from experience.

I took her hand and we went upstairs to look. Under her pillow was two dollar bills. Lucy is now converted. She's counting her teeth and multiplying by two. I think she's also trying to figure out how to hide it from the Tooth Fairy in the hopes of collecting a little interest.