At some point in September, Leah lost her first tooth. I didn't blog about it right away for two reasons: 1. I've been really busy; 2. It was such an unpleasant experience that I just couldn't for a while. Here's the story:
One of Leah's teeth was wiggly for a long while. I kept asking her if she wanted me to pull it out. Finally, she said yes. I gave it a good yank, but it wasn't ready, so it didn't come out. Her response to that was she freaked out! She started balling because it hurt and she was so ridiculously upset. She screamed and carried on for quite a while.
I shouldn't have tried to pull it out. It was too soon. That was my fault. A week after that, it still hadn't fallen out and it was REALLY loose. We kept telling her to pull it out or it would get lost. She totally refused and would sometimes start crying when we talked about it. I just knew it was going to fall out somewhere and she was going to lose it and it was going to be terrible.
Well, finally, it fell out on it's own. She was at school when it did and her teacher put it in a baggie. When she brought it home, she showed me and I told her to put it in a safe place so it wouldn't get lost. And you'll never guess what happened. She didn't put it in a safe place and it got lost! I was so ticked at her for not just pulling it out the night before that the Tooth Fairy didn't visit her that night because she didn't have a tooth to put under her pillow.
We looked and looked and couldn't find it. I think I must have thrown it away accidently because it was just gone. I let her try to see if the Tooth Fairy would visit the next night, but she had to write an apology note first. It says, "Dear tooth fairy. im sad that i lost my tooth. Sorry Leah"