A few days ago Spencer realized he had a loose tooth. I was shocked of course. Despite my attempts at reasoning "babies don't loose teeth so you can't be loosing a tooth". He continued to wiggle and it continued to loosen up. Today he asked if I would floss around it. One gentle tug later it was out. It's official....little Spencer has lost a tooth. It is only a matter of time before he joins Garret in the awkward teeth stage (half big/half little).
He was thrilled of course and despite my "keep them little syndrome" I was thrilled too. I love watching them go through new things. I loved how excited he was to smile at everyone and stick his tongue through the hole. I love how excited he was to sleep with "the elf" (a family tradition from when I was a kid). And I really love that he whispered to me "I hope most of all the tooth fairy leaves me a postcard".