David lost that loose tooth today. Twisted it and twisted it until it came out. And now he looks like a boy instead of a pre-schooler. He’s up there with his head on a “spare” pillow so that the tooth fairy can more easily reach under his regular pillow and exchange that tooth for money. Kind, thoughtful boy.
It’s been a week of turning points.
In addition to the tooth business, David started soccer, his first organized sport. He actually might be okay at it, despite the fact that he doesn’t have a competitive bone in his body. At least he wasn’t out there picking flowers (unlike a certain now-15-year-old in the family who shall remain nameless, who picked flowers through the entire season – one season only – she “played soccer.”)
Margaret is wearing panties and not pull-ups. (Thanks to Joan, our wonderful, amazing day-care provider who decided that it was time to make Margaret go commando, as the pull-ups were not encouraging anything.) Margaret’s doing well with it. Not perfectly. But well, given that it’s only been a couple of days. 2 days, to be exact.
So I feel like we’ve turned a corner, somehow. Graduated to a new level. I have not a trace of sadness over the fact that the baby days are gone. I’m ready. On Monday, in honor of Margaret’s third birthday, I’m throwing out all the sippy cups.
But first, I have to go dig up $5 to slip under a pillow.