365 days.

1 year. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes. 31,536,000 seconds.

My baby boy turns 1 today.

I can’t begin to describe how I feel.  Years ago, I never thought I’d have any children, let alone three.  But then my first child, a daughter, was born and after a difficult year with postpartum depression, as the fog lifted, I had a moment of clarity.  She was almost a year old and I sat with her in the nursery, reading Goodnight Moon as she drank her bottle.  I saw an image in my mind of sitting in that exact chair, surrounded by three children.

One year ago, that picture became a reality.

Happy 1st birthday to my beautiful, beautiful boy.  You have brought me so much joy in the past year.

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Preparing for the Tooth Fairy.

I have never posted twice in one day, let alone thrice!

Well, the second post of the day was a re-blogged post, but I digress.

The reason for the third post today???

My firstborn is growing up!!

After brushing her teeth she told me she could feel something rough with her tongue behind her bottom center tooth.  So, I looked and was shocked to see her adult tooth poking through the gum.  Then I pushed on the baby tooth in front of it, and sure enough, it’s loose.

Just a few weeks ago, she was asking us when she’d lose her first tooth as she has several friends in her class who have lost teeth.  We told her it would happen when her tooth was ready.

And golly, it’s ready.

The only concern I have is the location of the adult tooth – it’s coming up behind the milk tooth.  Is that even normal?!?  I’m afraid the amount of dentistry I learned in medical school was, well, minimal would be an understatement.

If there are any dentists out there, should I worry? Do we need to do anything?

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