Christmas Eve Whitney lost her first tooth with much excitement and anticipation.  She was so worked up about the possibility of blood and pain, that the whole family was a part of the "extraction!"  We were all in the bathroom together trying to convince Whitney to let me pull the tooth while Denise kept James calm.  James was so upset, he couldn't stop crying in fear that his sister would be hurt.  

After a few words of encouragement Whitney finally let her MOTHER pull the tooth.   There was very little effort needed since Whitney had been wiggling it for about a week.  She could bend it back and forth to point where if she ran too fast the wind would knock the tooth out. 

After the excitement, Whitney was so excited to lose a tooth she couldn't stop looking in the mirror.  She decided that she did not want to put the tooth under her pillow because she wanted to keep the tooth.  The kid is a bit of a pack rat so we are being patient with her. 

A few days later I cooked ribs for the family.  Whitney tried to dig into the rib bone when she suddenly started crying because one of the "Big Ones" made a sound and is loose!  I think that is about the only thing in the world that would stop this kid from eating a rib. 

Whitney is a little confused about the "second set of teeth in my head" thing.  I tried to explain to her that it is easier to lose your tooth than watch your first born lose her first tooth.  She could care less about my sentimental fatherhood moment.  Oh well, on with the new year than.