Day 1951 | The First Tooth

Robbe lost his first tooth last night. Sniffle sniffle. It’s a tangible right of passage from babyhood to real kid territory. You can see your little guy slipping away one tooth at a time.

A bit melodramatic? Yes. But I think it’s true. We’ve said goodbye to most of the “baby stuff” long ago and now it’s time to move on and grow some real chompers, too. He’s beyond thrilled. I’m getting used to the new grin. And soon enough he’ll have a mouthful of awkward adult teeth trying to fit into that adorable little head. Growing up is weird, isn’t it?

Special thanks to my parents for handling the first tooth loss during last night’s sleep over. Talk about timing. Luckily, the tooth fairy was able to find him in the new location. I’m sure you were worried.