The bigger kids laughed at me and Scott probably tried to ignore me, but I couldn't help it. When I realized what was going on I cried. Not a lot of tears, I do have some self control, but the wet eyes did come. We were in Wal-Mart checking out after choosing 4 Slim jeans for Jade. I was focused on the self serve checkout while a hubub of activity surrounded our youngest.
Was I hearing what I thought I was hearing? I turned to get a look at Jade as her siblings tried to determine if it were true. Without warning I rushed between the bigger kids and brought my right pointer finger to the point of contention....Jade's lower bottom tooth. As my left hand held the top of her head I attempted to wiggle that tiny little tooth. And it moved - back and forth it MOVED!
!!!!!!DANG IT!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's not time yet. She's too little. Or, at least, it seems that she's too little. After all, she's not even forty pounds yet. Valerie & Kevin haven't seen forty pounds since their third birthdays or earlier. I'm not used to one being this petite and having such milestones.
I remember the January of 2007; one of the most miserable months of my parenting career. Jade had been home nearly five months and she had decided to cut eight teeth at one time. She was less than pleasant to be around and I didn't think we would survive. I can remember that one particular Sunday we were at John's nursing home visiting when she found an old pacifier in her diaper bag. She stuck it in her mouth and starting biting away at the nipple. It was the first time she had been content that entire day. The poor thing. And then one of the residents came walking through the hall, reached down, and took that paci right away from Jade while declaring, "You're too old for that little girl."
I thought I was going to have to tackle the old girl right then and there!! "Give my kid her teether back!! Take my word for it she NEEDS it!"
And now we're here, preparing to lose a tooth. She had four when we met her....cutest smile you've ever seen.
Oh, I'll try to be all right.
Maybe, just maybe, she'll have a lisp. :)
