After a huge struggle, and with the help of woven dental floss (that I had gotten from the dentist and wondered, "who would ever use dental floss like this?" Now I know. It gets a good grip around a loose tooth so you can wiggle it really hard. Good thing I had saved it.), Karl, Matt, and I finally pulled Karl's first loose, (and stubborn) tooth out! Karl was very brave, and, ever the scientist, told us he was going to save all the teeth he loses. Laura and I had the same reaction. You can't see it, but he's holding his tooth in his hand. It's a very interesting specimen.
I had to fight back a few tears when we were taking this picture and Karl smiled his new toothy smile. It's one more milestone that we're going through for the last time. And you know what really made my heart break? I found this picture, when his bottom two baby teeth were brand new (and the only ones he had), taken when Karl was almost 11 months old.
You've come a long way since then, Karl. Congratulations, my little man!
2 comments:
Thats awesome! I especialy like the picture.
What a brave boy you were when you lost your first tooth. You were also a very cute toddler. How time flies.
Love, Grandma and Grandpa
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