Maisley has managed to sprout not one, but two baby teeth in the last month.
I can’t even explain my excitement when that first tooth popped through. More than rolling over. More than her first bite of avocado. Even more than crawling.
“Ryan, can you see it?!”
“No seriously, come feel it, it’s so sharp, it’s right there!”
For some reason, her first tooth has been the most exciting milestone to me. Something about it feels monumental.
This tooth will be part of her smile that so brightly lights up any room we enter. She will go to preschool with this tooth. She will bite into a juicy strawberry and a seed will get stuck in this tooth.
Her personality seems more gritty with a tooth. Her gums are punctuated with these little bits of spunk. It matches her wild and roaring nature.
One day she’s going to wriggle that baby tooth loose, and it’s going to fall out, only to be replaced by a larger, more mature tooth. I’m not sure the going rate, but it’s got to be worth close to a dollar by the time the tooth fairy gets a hand on it.
Our little baby’s teeth are growing in. She’s growing up. I can’t stop it, so I’ll just get weirdly excited about it.
(Unfortunatly you can’t see teeth in this picture because she won’t let me show them.)