Talia lost an upper front tooth seven days ago and has been tickled pink about it ever since.
The circumstances, however, weren't so cheery. Still suffering from jet lag, she was crying, fussing and generally having a hard time falling asleep at 11:30 p.m. I asked Chris to go calm her down, to help her fall asleep.
So he pulled out her loose tooth. Uh, yeah. Go figure. The ensuing blood didn't exactly work as a lullaby. The excitement, however, put her over the edge and she slept well until morning.
Mothers' ideas of how to put a child to sleep sure do differ from fathers'!
Natalia was very excited that the tooth fairy yet again brought 1,000 rubles (kind of a tradition in our family, ever since the "fairy" was caught off-guard and only had a 1,000 ruble note), with the understanding that the money would be spent to pick out toothbrushes and toothpaste to donate to the orphanage. She can't wait until we can take her to Auchon, the big French discount store where we can get the most "bang for her buck"!