Peanut jumped into my bed, waking me up this morning by announcing that his bottom tooth was wiggling. A big moment for him. He’s been keeping tabs on all of his friends who have been losing teeth and he’s been feeling desperately left out. I made a mental note that I’d have to look into making a tooth fairy pillow. But I didn’t realize it would happen so soon.
At four-thirty today, out it came and suddenly I was a mama on a mission. Thankfully, the creative women at the Purl Bee had me covered and I was able to stitch this up in about a half hour. Phew.
I was also not prepared for how sentimental I would feel. My baby. He’s on his way to getting his permanent teeth. His adult teeth. What a mix of joy and heartbreak at the same time. I couldn’t possibly be the only mama to feel this way, right?
