Last Friday night we were getting ready for bed, and the boys were, once again, best friends. When it is time for sleep, all the day’s conflicts are forgotten as they unite against Mom and Dad in a hyper, last-ditch battle to stay awake. Colin was on the top bunk, Gabe was on the bottom bunk, and was apparently trying to pull Colin’s blanket down with his teeth, when he let out a cry of pain. I went over to investigate, and found that not only were his two bottom teeth loose, the adult ones were already cutting through behind them. Tears were immediately replaced by giddy Gabe grins.
Gabe has been so excited to lose his first teeth, an excitement that had only been building since his cousin Elizabeth, who is four months younger, beat him out a couple of weeks ago.
He had plenty of time the next day to show off his lose teeth at Rae’s birthday party, and the next evening, the first one came out while we were having dinner at my parent’s. Exciting times! The second one then came out yesterday.
Two teeth gone and kindergarten later this month. (sigh)
In other Gabe news, he is selling homemade balls (made of masking tape). Any takers?