The day she was anxiously waiting for finally arrived. It was late at night, she was going to bed and she asked me to see if her tooth was indeed loose. I gave it a wiggle and excitedly said, "Yes, it is!" Her face froze for about 3 seconds and then she immediately started to cry. I scooped her up, held her on the sofa, and tried to calm her. Turns out she wasn't quite ready after all.
By the morning she was feeling much better. She tried out new methods of eating.
We read of Opal's loose tooth.
Then we read about Sal, who like Greta was a little freaked out at first.
Sal has a cool mom.
Then we took a long drive out to see my mom and spend the day in Fillmore.
This is a photo of the ranch where I grew up. There are a lot less orange trees there now. I lived just past that curve in the road toward the center of the photo.
We had to pull over to let pass a procession of bicycle racers.
Once at Grandma's house, Greta right away ran to the beautiful pink ceramic box that my mom keeps in her bathroom. What could be inside that Greta needed to see so badly....?
MY baby teeth!
I swear they didn't look that crazy in my mouth, 30 something years ago.
Greta already has her second loose tooth, they are really not that wobbly yet. They will likely be in there another week or so. This makes Zach happy. This way he'll be around to see it. 2 more days.