Isabelle has longed for this day.
Ever since her older-by-only-5-months sister Sophie lost her first tooth.
8 and a half loooong months ago.
It’s been weeks since her tooth actually got wiggly, and every night at bedtime she would wiggle it furiously.
And query me as to when I thought she might lose her tooth.
And then she’d regale me with tales of all the things she would to do when she actually lost her tooth.
And she’d end it with a reminder that, as the tooth fairy, I should be sure to have a few bucks on hand. For the big event.
Last night was just like every other. As I was tucking her and Sophie in bed she was wiggling it furiously.
And she told me she thought it was ready to come out.
So, like I had a half-dozen times in the days before, I grabbed a hold of it.
And when it popped out, I’m not sure who was more surprised.
I think today is going to be a good day for my girl.
Happy 1st Tooth day, sweet Isabelle.