On our first night in Yellowstone, Oliver bit into a s'more, paused and said "I just heard something pop." That pop happened to be his bottom tooth shaking loose.
Each day, he showed us how it wiggled. Each day we thought that we had weeks before it would come out, based on its wiggle rate. The next week, I got this photo from Kristi when she picked Oliver and Owen up from Science Camp. (Yes, our boys went to science camp and they loved it. They are handsome AND smart!)
Then... she raised the Mommy bar and took her two boys and our one boy to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate the missing tooth.
Since the Daddy's were out of town on business, us Mommy's met for dinner with our boys. Oliver told us the story about how he bit into his sandwich and his tooth came out. The Science Camp teacher helped him wrap his tooth us safely and the securely put it in his back pack. We took this photo to send to Daddy.
Once at home, the real photo shoot began.
Oliver was SO proud of his toothy grin. He had been waiting YEARS for this. Yes, YEARS, plural. However, he also knows that the longer it takes for his teeth to fall out, the healthier his adult teeth will be. At the rate he is going, he'll have the healthiest teeth around.
Close up and ... UGH... let out from Mommy when she saw his mug shot this close up. Someone needs to take a bath after that spaghetti dinner and ice cream.
It's crazy how small the tooth looked on the outside world.
It's crazy how dirty and long Oliver's finger nails were, but I took and posted the photo anyway.
After a shower, Oliver was ready to pose for some more toothless photos. I love how he presses his tongue in the tooth hole, just because it feels cool.
Fist Pumps of Happiness!
Clean and trimmed, he shows off the tooth one more time before preparing it for the tooth fairy pillow.
He was most intrigued by the bloody side, so we had to take a photo of that too. (BOYS!!!)
I bought this pillow years (yes, years) ago at an art/craft holiday sale. I liked the colors and thought that Oliver would too along with the trains. As an added bonus, it had a tooth pocket. Finally, the time had come that we could put that pocket to use.
There it goes, into the pocket.
The deed has been done and Oliver is ready for the arrival of the tooth fairy.
After a great night of sleep, Oliver was SO excited to see that the tooth fairy had visited.
Word on the street was that Owen had received $5 for the first tooth since it was such a big deal. Mommy was shocked at how much inflation had occurred since she was excited to receive a quarter for a lost tooth. Since the tooth fairy knows that kids compare notes, we were confident that she would have just as good of treatment for Oliver as she did for Owen.
The next morning, Oliver was SO excited to receive $5 for his tooth. Mommy explained that he must be very special since that was so much more than she got as a kid. He agreed that he must be special since Owen only got $2, one for each tooth that he had lost. (insert shock and realization that when you're six, money conversations may take on different forms.) Mommy then explained to Oliver that the tooth fairy was probably feeling very generous since he had to wait so long to loose his first tooth.
Oliver put his $5 on the counter to show Daddy when he got home and then promptly put it in his piggy bank.
It's official... we have entered the toothless grin zone, just in time for the first grade.