The Tooth Fairy and Other Drama

The bane of Sophie's existence has been the other kids in her class, so much younger than her, that have already lost a tooth, or teeth. For months she has been checking her teeth, to no avail. Me, I am fine with her baby teeth. The longer the chiclets take to show their huge heads, the better! Last week when brushing, she told me her bottom teeth hurt, and I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, both her center bottom teeth are loose. They have been shifting for a while now, and it looks like she has already lost teeth, that is how far apart they are spaced.

I would imagine by the end of this week, we will have a visit from the Tooth Fairy.

If she lives that long.

I am not sure what the issue is, but we have been dealing with some HUGE tantrums of late. Over the smallest things. Well, at least to me they seem small. Like having to wear a barrette. Or not being able to wear her flip flops or dirty play sandals to Mass. That was a 45 minute tantrum this morning, it lasted all the way to church, complete with her getting out of her car seat to walk to the front seat to demand I answer her ranting about why we couldn't drive back home so she could change.

Terry took a page from our parents' book and pulled over. In no uncertain terms he told her that was it, we didn't want to hear any more, and if she EVER unbuckled herself again while the car was moving, he would paddle her bottom. I have to say, we have never had to do that, and that struck a cord with her. She tearfully replied "Yes, sir" when asked if she understood him, and then miraculously, the white sandals stopped bothering her, she stomach stopped hurting, and she wasn't dizzy anymore. She did ask to be carried into Church, which I caved on, but sometimes, I think, she just wants what Michael and Emily get. But she went into PSR and had a great time. And the rest of the day passed very peacefully. If there is something about turning 6 that no one told me about...please let me know. I feel woefully unprepared.

But of course, there are moments when I do see the child I have known for almost 6 years now, full of joy, funny, smart and loving. Here she is first thing this morning, showing me her "months of the year" song that they learned in school. And yes, that is the macarena....shudder.....

PS. I did edit this to get it right side up, but when I posted it, it flipped around again. Sorry!