I've mentioned how I'm getting sentimental about how big and grown-up Sam is getting. Well, now he's just egging me on. Last week, on Tuesday the 2nd, Sam lost his first tooth. It's his lower left center (facing him). He's got this adorable toothy smile now, though he probably wouldn't want me saying that.
He complained Sunday night when we were swimming with friends that his tooth was wiggling. Sure enough, it was bleeding and wiggling. It was probably loose enough then to pull, but just barely, so we just told him to keep wiggling it and it would fall out eventually. Boy was he proud though.
For the next two days, Sam complained about what his loose tooth could chew and what it couldn't, and what made it feel better (like milk). Fortunately, on Tuesday night, it just came out when he was talking to his grandparents. I'm so glad, because the last thing we needed was for it to be some traumatic experience.
I have a picture I'll post later, but I wanted to add the big news before I forgot. (We would have posted it last week, but Sam wanted it to be a surprise when he went to visit my parents this week.)
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