Eliza lost her first tooth today!
It was hanging on for dear life for a few days now, but today in her after school sports class it finally fell out!
And then it was lost. It seems that the person (who I shall refer to as the Tooth-Fairy-Non-Believer or TFNB for short) who runs her after school sports class thought the appropriate thing to do was to throw out the tooth. Seriously. TFNB, who once lectured me on the risks of childhood obesity (yes, he knows who Eliza is) clearly spends more time at the gym than reading up on childhood rituals.
Eliza accepted my explanation that the all knowing Tooth Fairy had already collected her tooth, but that she still needed to write a note to the Tooth Fairy so the Tooth Fairy would know under which pillow in New York City to leave some money.
The good news is that my kid is a cheapskate and only thinks a tooth is worth 8 quarters! WooHoo for our family budget! But to make up for the actually lost tooth, the Tooth Fairy may be sending Eliza some Pokemon swag.
This whole lost tooth thing is clearly more bothersome to me than Eliza. Let's face it, Eliza and I have missed quite a few typical "firsts." First held Eliza, not seconds after her birth, but a month late while she was on a ventilator. First bath? Not in that cute tub someone gave me at my baby shower, but in a hospital basin when she was 2 months old. Forget breast feeding. I first "fed" Eliza by holding a syringe of breast milk into her NG tube. No big Christening or First Birthday party for us, thanks to crappy lungs and RSV. The list just goes on.
I just wanted one thing to be a typical, boring old milestone.
But no, TFNB had to take that away.
Maybe I'll get lucky and find out he doesn't floss and loses his teeth by the time he is 30.