And another makes four...

My four-year-old, accident-waiting-to-happen knocked out her FOURTH tooth last night. We dropped her off at children's choir only to get a phone call about 30 minutes later that Belle had fallen off the ladder of a slide on the playground and knocked out her tooth. She now has ONE front tooth left. The first catastrophe happened two years ago when she was rolling on an exercise ball and fell on Grandpa's floor. She knocked out a tooth (and swallowed it), and damaged the roots to a bunch of others. It was quite traumatic, especially the swallowing part b/c, of course, the tooth fairy had no tooth to collect. It took a lot of convincing that the tooth fairy didn't need the tooth to leave money. Last night was also fairly dramatic. I am used to the fact that there is never any shortage of drama in this house, but I can do without it when blood is involved. Not fun.

Other than another missing tooth, this week was normal for us. Jeb is getting bigger and smiling at us now. He is the sweetest little guy. The girls think he is great but don't pay a whole lot of attention to him. I've broken up several fights over who will stick the paci in his mouth, but other than that, he seems to be able to fly under their radar.