Vivian lost her first tooth, quite literally. It had been hanging on by a thread but she wanted to wiggle it out or wait until it fell out by itself. She had a friend over yesterday, and as I was upstairs trying to get Lanie dressed (we went no where on the day that didn't get warmer than 7 degrees), I heard Vivian yell from downstairs, "it's gone! It's gone! My tooth is gone! Where did it go?"
I left Lanie to struggle into her shirt (she likes to do everything "myself" lately, so her getting dressed is a long and tedious process), and went to investigate.
Sure enough it was gone and no where to be found. We backtracked for a minute, but then Lanie inevitably got stuck in her shirt and started yelling, and the doorbell rang and Vivian's friend's dad and sister arrived to pick her up. Naturally Jack then got super excited and started to bark and run in circles jumping on everyone.
After about five minutes of complete chaos, Jack calmed, Lanie continued to yell, no tooth was located in the immediate vicinity, we finally got all of Vivian's friend's snow gear on her from various drying locations. Then everyone had to look in Lanie's mouth at her "loose bloody tooth," which she has to have to be like Vivian. Finally the friend left and Sam and Vivian embarked on a half hour hunt for the tooth around the house. At this point I'd concluded that she most likely swallowed it with her snack or lost it outside in the snow, but it seemed like a good quiet activity to keep them busy.
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| Lanie's matching photo of her "missing tooth." |
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| Note to the tooth fairy that Sam helped her write. |
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