I have posted previously about the arrival of Mr. Attitude into this world seven years ago today. If you weren't following me back in '05, you can read about it here. Suffice it to say, it involved a very fast and exciting thirty minute drive up the freeway, me wondering if I would become one of those roadside mothers. Thank goodness we made it to the hospital barely in time.
We spent the day celebrating Thanksgiving and his birthday (of course) with my aunt and uncle John and Karen, my dad, my grandma, and my uncle LeRoy. All of his gifts were the best kind: cold, hard cash. He took an almost sinister pleasure in counting it. :)
On the way home we stopped at "MegaLoMart" to spend some of his cash and sink some of our own earnings into a gift. His Nintendo DS had long ago given up the ghost so we bought him a new one, and some of his money went towards a new game. We went home and had his dinner request, spaghetti, then I went out to the cabin to chill my feet and check up on the blogging world.
Mr. Attitude came out shortly, all excited. "Mom! I'm losing a tooth!" I looked at him incredulously; I had not even known he was near losing one. But there it was, bent at a 90 degree angle. "We'll go out to the house and take care of it", I said. We went back where it was light and there were things like cotton balls and ice and vodka (for Mom) if we needed them. I had him stand close, open up, then I grasped his tooth to pull and--it was out, just like that. Just a little blood, no reported pain. He was more thrilled than anything. "The tooth fairy's gonna come on my birthday!"
It's hard to tell from this photo, but this was his bottom right second incisor (I think.) His top middle teeth came in last, so I'm suspecting they will go last. And yes, that is spaghetti sauce on his face.
Starflower reminded me that the "tooth fairy" still owes her a few dollars. She also informed me that she knows who the "tooth fairy" is. And Santa. Sigh.