Early in March, we celebrated some pretty amazing stuff around here:
Milestone Number 1: Leo lost his first tooth. He *finally* got to use the adorable tooth pillow that my mother lovingly made for him, months and months and months ago. I didn't post a toothless grin, however, because a) I find those new gaping/bloody holes quite revolting; and b) his permanent teeth have already grown in behind the baby teeth, hence, there's no gap to be seen.
Milestone Number 2: I, Anne Carter, pulled out Leo's first tooth. This is monumental news, perhaps even bigger news than the First Lost Tooth (hey, he is the second child, after all.) I get squeamish and hurley and vaguely vasovagal about the whole loose-tooth thing, but I was so fed up with seeing it dangle in front of his permanent teeth that I just reached in and yanked that sucker out. It was oddly gratifying, being able to satisfy that loose-tooth feeling. The same loose tooth feeling as salmon between your teeth, and the wishy-washy, wiggly tooth way the dark blue upholstery always felt in my grandmother's Buick LeSabre.
Milestone Number 3: Having conquered a huge squeamish thing without fainting or having to quickly down a glass of sugary apple juice, I decided to set my sights high. After 6 years of living as a "recovering vegetarian," I, Anne Carter, pulled out the gizzards and innards of a raw roasting chicken, cleaned and seasoned that slippery bird, and popped her in the oven to roast, all by my very self. Granted, I used forks and
It's all about the little things, right?