Gaining Big Kid Status

Alex held on to his baby teeth for as long as he could. We even have adorable first grade pictures with all of his baby teeth still in a row. His little smile remained little for almost as long as I would have liked. (I mean, I could have used a few more years of Little Alex, let’s be honest.)

But now? Now they’re leaving. Each one falls out and his smile changes again. The big teeth are coming in and suddenly wham! there is a Big Kid looking back at me.

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The second top tooth is hanging on for dear life. It must know that I’m not yet ready for him to a Big Kid. I like my Little Kid just fine, thank you.

But it’s not going to last. In fact, if he comes home from school without it today I won’t be surprised. If he comes home from school today knowing ten new words, multiplication, and spouting Nietzsche, I won’t be surprised. It’s all happening so fast.

February 2015

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Some Days, Part 2

Playing cards with the small person. (Jan 19 part 2)

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Pippin date night! (Jan 22 part 2)

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Drive back home from upstate NY. (Jan 25)

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Another one bites the dust (bottom left). (Jan 31)

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"BOOM, mom. Mind? Blown." (Feb 3 part 2)

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Looking lovely today, beautiful city. (Feb 5 part 2)

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Walking to the coffee shop! (Feb 7 part 2)

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Good night, little love. (Feb 10 part 2)

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Dressed up for the Valentine's Day party. (Feb 13)

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Not What I Wanted To Pass Down

Alex is a mini Zach. He looks so much like him. They have similar attitudes and personalities. Their interests are aligned. They are just two peas in a pod, and it’s wonderful.

I love to watch them together. They are so meant to be an amazing duo and it’s evident in nearly every interaction they have. Between the wrestling, Lego building, and comic book reading, they are just the best.

But! Alex is my kid, too. He isn’t only a mini Zach. He’s a mini Me, too, although it’s not always quite so obvious. We actually do look pretty similar as kids. He is very sensitive to the material his clothes are made of, something that surely drove my mom nuts when I was a kid, and is something I still, to this day, deal with. (Wool? ACK. MAKE IT GO AWAY.) He’s not particularly coordinated, so, sorry, Kiddo.

It turns out that he got one other thing from me. A tendency for cavities.

Alex has a cavity. It’s between two of his teeth, so I couldn’t see it. The dentist seemed really surprised, given that he never has had any issues and his teeth are “spotless!”…except for the cavity, clearly.

Needless to say, I was heartbroken. I felt like I had failed my child. “You had one job!” kept ringing through my head in an admittedly jokey way. Alex has a cavity and it’s my fault. I’m the one who is supposed to keep him healthy. I’m the one who is supposed to protect him.

I know it’s not my fault. I know that there is likely little to nothing we could have done to prevent it. And if we had prevented it, it probably would have happened eventually. We use a Sonicare, floss daily. He eats very few sweets, nothing gummy on a regular basis. He’s tasted soda maybe four times now in his life. Juice is a very special treat, and usually just when we are out. We do everything right. But it seems he may be like me and just, well, prone to cavities.

Fortunately, he’s not upset about this at all. “It’s a little bit of a bummer,” he told me after the dentist appointment last weekend. “But it’s okay. We’ll be even better!”

He’s not even nervous about them fixing it tomorrow. (I am.)

February 2015