I have a looth tooth

I took the kiddos to the dentist last month for their bi annual visit. Miss C did great last time, so I wasn't so nervous about taking her. Little J, well, that was a different story. So I wasn't necessarily looking forward to having to take him again. In the days leading up to the visit, he seemed to be ok....even looking forward to going. We role play dentist a lot in this house and we read lots of books about it, so a visit to the real dentist shouldn't be a big deal. He ended up doing great. It was like a totally different kid this time. They even thought he would be ok with the x-rays, but decided to wait another 6 months before they were necessary. Here is my big boy telling them how it was all going to go down before the appointment started (yes, literally. He made sure to tell them exactly what was going to happen that visit)

And then getting his teeth cleaned. He tried to lick the dental floss when they flossed his teeth...I guess he likes the taste of it.

Then it was Miss C's turn. She had been looking forward to this visit for months. She had a very important question she wanted to ask the dentist....did she have a loose tooth? A lot of her friends are starting to have wiggly teeth and she has been dying to have a loose tooth of her own. We talk about the tooth fairy constantly around this house. Yesterday she told me she hopes the tooth fairy will leave her a $1. As I was getting ready to say, "I'm sure she will," she changed her mind and requested $20. What?! How about your lucky to get a $1 and we'll leave it at that. I'm pretty sure I got a quarter when I lost my teeth so a $1 is more than enough.

The cleaning went well, as expected.

After the cleaning, she was waiting for the dentist to come count her teeth and give the final word on whether or not they have any sugar bugs. She could have cared less about how many teeth she had or if she had any sugar bugs. All she wanted to know is if she had a loose tooth. Can you see her excitement?!

Well, the dentist has confirmed she has two slightly loose teeth. And I do mean slightly. It's the bottom left and top left. They barely move when you try to wiggle them, but they do move (and I was certainly skeptical leaving the appointment). And that is all that mattered to her. If you could have seen the smile on her face! She was so proud and couldn't stop talking about it (and still hasn't stopped talking about it 3 weeks later).

The dentist said it would probably be awhile before they actually fell out (may be up to 4-6 months). Two days ago she asked me to wiggle her teeth again. Lo and behold, the bottom left one is noticeably wigglier. I almost can't believe it. I mean, it's really wiggly. I can't believe in just a few short weeks it's really gotten loose. Granted it still may be another couple of months before she looses it, but it's confirmed that we definitely have a loose tooth. If you happen to walk by her on the street, she'll probably tell you about it. She's that excited :)

Me, not so much. I'm kind of sad that she's growing up so fast. I've really noticed in the last 6-8 months how much of a little girl she is becoming. And now she's about to lose her baby teeth. Last night I told her to stop growing up. She looked at me and told me, "I can't." I know it's inevitable, but why does it have to happen now?!