Ava finallylost her first tooth last night. That thing’s been hanging on by a tiny strip of gum (I think I’m getting ill) for a couple weeks now, but last evening Ava had finally had enough.
I could hear Leah and Ava talking about the tooth upstairs (it was late; Emmett was refusing to go to bed [perhaps he somehow sensed the pending excitement]), and the next thing I knew, there was a happy commotion, and Ava came running down the stairs with a teensy tooth in her palm. It wasn’t as gross to see it in her hand as it was to see it dangling from her jaw. Anyway, here’re the goods:
