The night started out so grand. The girls and I prepared a lovely Valentine's evening filled with foofie decorations and brownies with pink icing and sprinkles.
We were happily opening Valentines and enjoying our nice family time.
Then, as my little Layla was coming to dinner, she somehow lost her footing on the bottom two steps, hit her mouth on the bottom of our banister, and ...
Yes, that's right, my not quite 3-year-old lost her first tooth. A left front top one to be specific. After some tears (a bit from Layla but a ton from her way prego mama) and some calls to the doctor, we realized that the tooth fairy would need to make an earlier than anticipated stop at our house!
So...my little toothless (yet still adorable) Layla is doing fine and, other than being a little sore and needing to eat softer foods for a bit, she doesn't seem to be missing her tooth at all. And Rayne, although a bit traumatized by the whole ordeal, is eagerly planning what she and Layla can do with her quarter from the tooth fairy.