All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth...

"Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle" the dentist told Scott a few weeks ago. He is rather late in the losing of the teeth department. He lost four on the bottom, but that was quite a while ago. Finally, his two front teeth were getting loose, but that has been going on for a couple of months now. The dentist told him he had to get them out and soon! Finally, on Monday Sept. 14th one of them came out after eating an apple. Yeah!!!

One tooth out, one to go.

Now on to the next tooth. "Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle", I told him, several times a day until finally on Thursday, just three days later, it was just hanging there and grossing me out. I told him to pull it out, but he wasn't too excited about it. Steve told him he'd give him a dollar on the spot if he'd pull it out and that got him moving. When it seemed like no progress was being made and Steve said he'd give the dollar to Noah if Scott didn't get it out he worked a little harder. After 10 minutes of trying on his own, I encouraged Steve to please help him get it out. It took 30 minutes of howling and wimpering (sounded just like I did when I was a kid trying to get my tooth out with my dad) and finally Scott had it out on his own. Yes, the tooth was ready, Scott was just being very timid about it. I think he got that from me. :)

Daddy shows Scott how to really get that tooth moving.

Noah's interest is piqued since he may be getting a dollar.

He did it!!!