My First Pulled Tooth!

People!

I pulled my first tooth today!

And yeah, sure, okay, Chica lost her second tooth ever, but still.

I pulled it for her!

It’s been loose for awhile, and she totally wandered up to me tonight and was like, hey Mama, when’s it gonna get really loose?

So I washed my hands and gave it a wiggle, and whoa, nelly, it was ready!

So I grabbed a paper towel for a little extra traction and didn’t tell her what I was doing before I gave a tug and, voila!

She totally thought about wondering if maybe, perhaps, for a hot second, it might hurt. But then I handed her the tooth, and she was all (gappy) smiles.

If you’ll recall, when she lost her first tooth, she literally lost it—or swallowed it. So this was her first chance to get a good look at a good ole tooth. And it was awesomesauce.

It was super fun and I was super shocked I ponied up and took care of business.

And he was stinking adorable when she caught sight of herself in the mirror a few minutes later at bath time.

I mean...I die.

Sooooo cute.

Love these fun milestones and I could totally see Chicklet watching the process and feeling her own teeth. It’ll be her turn before we know it!

Over and out.