Another beauty... NSW of course...images courtesy www.realestate.com.au
Isn't it amazing how suddenly, on the 1st September every year, the weather changes and it really does feel like Spring... even here in Queensland, where we don't really even have 4 seasons. I ponder... how does it know to be Spring on the 1st?
It was such a beautiful 'first day of Spring' day yesterday. After school drop off, hubby and I strolled down to our local coffee shop for a 'morning coffee date'. We read the papers, sipped our coffees and chatted to the locals about our current lack of government and how we are being held to ransom by the independents ... as you do. It was a pity we both had stuff to do as we could have sat there all day...discussing Bob Katter and inhaling the jasmine in the air. If only it stayed Spring-ish here in Brisbane for longer... the weather is just glorious at the moment.
In 'Tooth News', Master 'almost 8' has entered the 'wobbly tooth phase' of his life.. at last....late starter.....knew those whoppers waiting in the wings would get moving soon!
The whole 'it's almost out' process commenced with jubilant excitement .....which later in the day turned to 'gore'.....he was sent out of class to 'Sister' (in sick bay) after his hanging tooth and bloody grins made his classmates squeal in horror. Once 'Sister' put the rubber glove on, to examine his hanging tooth and help it on it's way, little one chickened out and announced that it was his tooth and if anyone was going to pull it out it was going to be him.
After school the situation then progressed to tears as the excitement was long gone and the reality, that he could actually accidentally swallow it, hit home.
Later in the evening, I found my 2 lads sitting cross legged together in front of a mirror, big one coaching little one in tooth twisting techniques... not for the faint hearted. How I ever worked in hospitals (before children) is beyond me... I get more squeamish as I get older. Tears ensued, as wayward tooth would not budge and then we were all entertained by some spectacular pre-bed melodramatics about how he would most certainly choke on it in his sleep.
Said tooth hung on through breakfast the next morning so I waved my boy off to school, knowing that I would most definitely see a different little grin at school pick-up that afternoon. Yep, I collected a lad with a big toothless smile!
He's not giving it up to the tooth fairy... he reckons it's worth so much more to him than the $2 the tooth fairy would cough up. He's waited a long time for a real wobbly tooth.