He finally lost a tooth!

The evening of Maundy Thursday 2013 and the wee hours of Good Friday were exciting times for our kids.  As is our tradition, we opened resurrection eggs after supper, and then the kids asked if they could give their daddy his birthday gifts early since we would be traveling the next day on his 40th birthday. So on his "birthday eve" as they called it, they gave him an odd and eclectic assortment of gifts.

The kids selected or made gifts for their daddy, who they affectionately call "Pappy", independently this year without any help from me.  Since his birthday party will have an outer-space, the kids gave him outer spaced themed cards and placed their gifts in a Darth Vader gift bag.  Our daughter drew a detailed picture of the solar system inside her outer space card with lots of girlie sentiments written all around it.  Our son gave him a juvenile astronaut boy card.

The kids' gifts were so whimsical and creative, I was in stitches from holding back laughter. The plastic chicken which our daughter filled with fresh blossoms she picked from our pear tree in the front yard won the prize in my book for the most unique item in his gift bag.  At least they remembered our tradition of giving him his favorite types of candy.

While out shopping for gifts for Daddy earlier that evening, our son just had to have an Angry Bird blanket, so he purchased it with his own money.  When I walked into his room later that night to say goodnight, I was in for quite a surprise and nearly jumped out of my skin.  It reminded me of the scene from Little Red Riding Hood where the wolf dresses in Grandma's clothes and waits for the little girl in Grandma's bed.

Our son has had a wiggly tooth for many months.  He's always putting his fingers in his mouth to touch it, so I've been itching to pull it out, but he would not let me, so we waited..and waited some more.  Most of his friends his age have already lost a baby tooth by now, and his sister had already lost at least four by the time she reached his current age. 

Then at 4:30 a.m. the following morning, he awoke to find the tooth out of its socket and resting inside his mouth.  We're so glad he did not swallow it.  He immediately ran into our room to show us, so my husband's 40th birthday began much earlier than he would have hoped.  In his half-asleep yet overly excited state, our son dropped the tooth, and we never found it.  He forgot to write a note to the tooth fairy explaining that the tooth has been lost, and he failed to put out the tooth pillow, yet, when he made the bed the next morning at Nana & Pops' house, he found some cash and was thrilled to get paid for a losing a tooth (once from his mouth and again in our bedroom).

Our daughter lost each of her first few baby teeth on significant occasions.  Her first tooth fell out while riding in a horse drawn carriage which seemed appropriate considering the princess roots in her name.  Another tooth fell out on her birthday, and one fell out during a family vacation with extended relatives the week of our anniversary.  So it seems especially fitting that our son would lose his first tooth on Good Friday which coincided with his father's 40th birthday and that the tooth fairy would drop by while we were all spending the night at Nana & Pops' house.