Just about from the time the kids were born there has been some discussion of teeth. When will they get them? They are drooling a lot, surely they are teething. If they get teeth, they will be able to eat so much easier. Etc, etc, etc. And now, with two well into the losing teeth as quickly as Alex loses lunchboxes stage, the talk of teeth continues. After all, as parents we waited anxiously for them to get their first teeth (and all 3 of them made us wait until after their first birthdays), then there is always a molar or two popping up which can be the blame for various afflictions (crabbiness, diarrhea, insomnia, etc). And, then, when they start school, we start talking about loose teeth and just how loose are they, how to get them out, etc. And, in a way, it is comforting- a constant topic- a certain cycle of childhood that seems to go on forever. Until, one day, when the baby teeth start falling out like mad, and you realize that the same teeth you are holding in your hand now are the ones that you were so over-excited about so many quick years ago. And time flies. And you can't put the baby teeth back in. And you can't make them babies again. All those memories stored in the sweet, innocent baby tooth so carefully now tucked under the pillow awaiting a visit from the tooth fairy (who may or may not remember to come).
thing can transform a sweet face from a baby to a kid.
At least we have one who still has all her baby teeth :)
And, here they all are, looking far too grown up :(
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