STOP THE PRESSES
Or, stop the internet. Or something.
Naomi has a loose tooth! And a new molar pressing its way out of the back of her gum!
I thought she was too young for this, I hadn't even read up on it yet, I thought it would still be another few years before I had to figure out what kind of tooth fairy would be making nocturnal visitations (a stingy one? one in costume? would she deliver dollar bills? or crayons?). I thought kids didn't loose teeth until kindergarten.
But I guess I should have expected it, this is a kid who had more teeth at six months than many kids have at 18 months.
I look at her these days and I can only shake my head in mute wonder. Where did that baby go? She'll be five in less than a month, she plays elaborate games with dolls, she can read, yesterday she went to Old Navy and picked out a new dress for herself and her sister (matching, but different colors), a new backpack for herself (which she filled with her favorite toys and took to the park "to share with my friends"), all the while maintaining her big-girl poise.
And now, the nightmare teether of a baby (seriously. I never saw a kid teethe that bad. I guess that's what happens when you cut molars at eleven months), has turned into the brave, sweet, utterly together little girl who sits before me, proudly wiggling her precious loose tooth with her finger and reading a Snow White book.