Throughout this motherhood journey there are constantly signs of my children growing. Most of them pass me by without a second thought (moving up a size, learning to read, etc.). But some take me by surprise, make me stop in my tracks and cling to their littleness. So until that tooth fell out there were lots of extra snuggles and reminiscing about my 1st baby.
About a week later, on his last day of Pre-K, he decided it was loose enough to pull. Daddy, the brave one, put him over his legs and gave a little tug and the tooth came out. There was a bit of blood, but he was so excited about the event he didn't even mind.
That night Sawyer put his tooth in the bag under his pillow and when he awoke in the morning he came running in disappointed the bag was still under his pillow and assuming the tooth fairy hadn't come. I reassured him that the tooth fairy just takes the tooth, but fills the bag with something else. So he ran back in to confirm that the tooth fairy had indeed stopped by and left a note and $1. Then all was right with the world once again ;)