I don't know why I am surprised. She taught herself how to tie her own shoes. She started doing flips off the diving board at three. She memorized her best friend's phone number and calls her multiple times a day. She taught herself to read. And this week, she pulled out her first tooth.
I knew that two of Teensy's teeth were pretty loose, so I gave the one a good push. Then, she went into the bathroom to examine the wigglers and came back out holding her first lost tooth. "This is so awesome!" she exclaimed.
Here she is after the first tooth came out. It's obvious that the other tooth wasn't too far behind...
By bedtime, the other tooth was out (but I pulled that one, much to her dismay--she really wanted to be the one to do that one, too).
She was thrilled to be the first of my kids to get to use the Tooth Fairy Pillow that Grandma Margaret had made them for Christmas.
And now she makes me tell everyone we see that she has lost two teeth. As if one look at her smile doesn't show that development beautifully.
(I know she looks somewhat drugged in these photos; she was complaining about the flash and kept closing her eyes!)