Last night we had another sign of growth around here. I don't like that word...growth. It means my babies are not babies. It means the ones who call me momma are becoming more independent. I just don't like it, and yet it seems inevitable.
Eli lost his first tooth last night. It was only about a week ago that he showed us he had a loose one (2 in fact). Well he hasn't quit messing with it since then. Last night he was complaining it hurt. I grabbed a hold of it and noticed how loose it was. Eli jerked away and the tooth stayed in my hand. He was pretty excited after the realizing it was out. (He was so busy talking he didn't even realize it was in my hand). So he was eager to show it off.
When the excitement died down, I realized that the youngest member of our family was not quite as excited. In fact, she was in tears. She didn't get it. Her big brother was missing something she had never seen him without! She was concerned for him.
Below he is "explaining" that he is a big boy now and it's OK!
I was on my way out the door when all this excitement was going on, but Ron said she continued to look at the tooth and seemed very deep in thought.
More growing up around here. Sometimes I wish so badly I could keep them little!
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