My BABY is GROWING UP TOO FAST. Stop the presses!
Well, it happened. The Bun — who is FOUR, btw, not SIX as one would expect in this situation — has lost his first tooth. I know, right? WHAT HAPPENED? It seems like just yesterday we were all in a lather because his teeth were just coming in and he was fussy. Now they are falling OUT and we are supposed to be happy? WTF? I will say that he has declared it the “best thing ever” so I try not to cry about the alarming passage of time and omg one day I’ll be old and even DEAD and he’ll be all growed up with babies of his own who are growing teeth and then losing them again alarmingly quickly.
You know that Robert Munsch book called “I Love You Forever”? The Bun losing his tooth has ricocheted me right into that story, except I swear to the gods that I will never climb a ladder and crawl into his master bedroom where he is asleep with his wife. That’s just creepy. Except I might. Because he is my boy! MY BABY! [sob!]
And it’s possible that I’m a little codependent, if that means “completely too overly attached to my children in their current toddler-esque state and already irreperably sad about their inevitable grown-updness and leaving-of-me.”
So, to recap: For him? BEST DAY EVER. For me? DEPRESSING REMINDER OF THE PASSAGE OF TIME. It’s a cute picture though, or would be if it wasn’t so clear that he’d had ham and beans for dinner that I never bothered to wipe from his face. Oops. So, also a depressing reminder of how unkempt my children can be when it’s late in the day and Mummy is crushed by the weight of the sentimental sadness she feels about the tooth and the little gappy place where the tooth once resided.
Aw. Smooch.
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I felt the same when my baby boy lost his teeth. The feeling passes. Look forward to the pre-teen and teenage years when you can do so much with your kids you couldn’t do when they were younger.
Anxiously awaiting your Bachelor Episode 7 recap.