"All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth"

(or Halloween, or Thanksgiving . . . . ) Remember that song? I remember my mom and dad making me sing that one Christmas when I was missing mine . . . Here are a couple pictures of MY toothless baby - remember I mentioned that Noah's first upper tooth fell out a couple weeks ago - - well, the second front tooth fell out on Sunday night, so he's looking really different - actually just adorable when he's caught off guard and looks at me with a huge smile (which isn't that often because he's kind of self-conscious now!). You should hear him talk, it's the cutest thing!! I just love it. We're so mean, we're thinking of words to have him say that you really can't pronounce well without those teeth :) (thistle being one of them!) - he's a good sport though, and is getting used to how it feels. Personally I don't know how he eats, but he's managing! It's so fun to go through these stages, but you know the sentimentalist in me is lamenting over the fact I can remember when those two teeth came in like it was yesterday (it was yesterday, wasn't it???). And so my babies (and their teeth!) keep growing . . . . .