It’s inevitable, a sign of growing up and a sign my baby is no longer a baby.
On Friday Emmy came home saying her tooth hurt her. After much persuasion I managed to get a glimpse and we discovered a wobbly tooth.
Then of course the tears came as she didn’t like it and didn’t want it to be wobbly.
It’s a strange feeling a wobbly tooth, I remember myself when I was young, the inability to stop playing with it, having to wobble it, poking it with your tongue and not wanting to eat anything hard.
A dose of Calpol and an easy to eat tea of fish pie and it was soon forgotten.
It was only when brushing her teeth at bedtime tonight we discovered this….
My big girl has lost her very first tooth at the age of 5, and it really is lost! It may have been the Apple for pudding tonight but it’s gone.
We’ve written the Tooth Fairy a letter and a very excited girl has just gone to sleep after declaring she was staying up all night for a glimpse of the Fairy.
Thank goodness she was very tired.
That’s another milestone checked off our list and my baby is getting big.