Yes, I misspelled cwazy on purpose. Kind of feel like a cwazy wabbit. I took the baby to the dentist on Monday to get his broken tooth repaired. This was no ornery toddler tooth-chipping. About a third of his tooth disappeared when he fell. The other tooth turned gray because the fall damaged the nerve. The tooth could return to white on its own. I hope so. The little guy ain’t losing baby teeth for at least three to four years!
My daughter lost her first tooth at four. My older son hasn’t lost one yet and he turned six last January. He ain’t happy ’bout it. At the last appointment, the dentist predicts the first tooth will fall out by August. Bets anyone?
On the day of his dental repair, the baby got a fever. There’s no relation between the repair and his fever. Just a lousy coincident. Mom thinks maybe his two-year molars might be fighting their way out. I haven’t checked in a long time, so not sure. Right now, he’s under Grandma’s spoilage as she’s kindly invited him to stay with her. He’ll be home this evening. He BETTER BE! Because…
His birthday is today!
I’ve been reflecting on his arrival a lot for the past few weeks. What a blessing it is to have him in my life. That curly-hair boy makes me smile many times every day. I, of course, smile as I write this.
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