Whelp, Reagan has lost his first tooth! He came home from school the night before last and proclaimed, "I have a LOOSE TOOTH!" to the world (well... me and Gma Darlene, who happened to be over.)
The next morning Zach and I awoke to a tooth in our faces and as I was finishing saying "be careful, it'll be hard to find if you drop it..." it vanished! Imagine that! Then we all scoured the floor in our pajamas. Rest assured, it was found. But it's a tiny little sucker.
Shepherd, how'd you get in here!
The next two pictures show Reagan smiling when it was loose and after it was lost. I included them because, since he rocks such a good overbite, you can't really even tell a difference.
Him loosing his first tooth was much weirder/sadder to me then him starting school, I can't explain, but I may have actually shed a tear.
Oh and the tooth fairy did not make a visit. I don't know if I've mentioned it before but Reagan gets very attached to inanimate objects. He hoards sticks, rocks, broken rubber bands, the leftover paper that stickers come off of... it really is a problem. Anyway, he refused to put the tooth under his pillow and is insisting on "keeping it forever."
Reagan's two sayings that are on repeat:
"Tell me about it."
"So I said to myself..."