Out with the old

and in with the new....hopefully sometime soon. Teeth that is, the front ones of our little princess.

The saga began about four years ago when she experienced a traumatic event. Imagine a 2 1/2 year old at full speed vs. a copy machine sorting tray. Yep, the princess lost this battle, fair and square. She was immediately escorted by her daddy for the ceremonial first (and hopefully last) trip to the emergency room. The oral surgeon wired the teeth and we all hoped for the best.



Six weeks passed. *sigh* We celebrate her 3rd birthday by having the front right tooth pulled.



Almost seven months passed, and the remaining damaged tooth wound up just like its neighbor. At the mercy of the oral surgeon and his pliers!



Because she was so young, we had the option of replacing the teeth with a partial. That just didn't seem right:



We decided it wasn't that big of a deal. After all, they will eventually come back. She learned to eat apples and corn on the cob by using the left upper teeth. Our dentist assures me the new teeth are there and they will come in. Whether or not they suffered damage from the trauma remains to be seen.

Fast forward to last night when the princess bumped her mouth on a friend's head (yes, she is an accident waiting to happen). The tooth was already loose, but this sealed the deal. After much ado, and wailing and gnashing of teeth, literally, the tooth finally came out. The tooth fairy brought her the ceremonial Sacajawea gold dollar and all is well.



This afternoon she informed me, "it's not really comfortable when I smile, so I have to put my tongue in the hole where my teeth go."

Whatever makes her happy and flash that beautiful smile!