|Another mystery solved:|
Big Daddy IS the Tooth Fairy
Actually, besides just another demerit in the baby book, my real concern was that two of her second teeth were already coming in behind the baby teeth. Her mouth was starting look all freaky-deaky like she had a shadow set of choppers in the back. But it's really not looking much better since a baby tooth has fallen out*.
Now it looks like she's got this engorged gum in front of the second teeth, which seem way too recessed in her mouth. This may be where I start regretting letting her use a pacifier until just about a month ago. I'm not even kidding.
Audrey always loved her binky and I was/am such a frazzled train wreck of a mother that weaning her off of it was just never a priority. I used to have a pacifier in every pocket of every coat or pair of jeans, plus every purse, dresser drawer, and glove compartment. And there may have been a minor shoplifting infraction where I ripped open a package of binkies in Target and shoved one in her mouth sans all of that unnecessary pre-boiling/sanitizing B.S. I always told everyone that I did not care one bit. I felt that trading out my current sanity for possible future orthodontia nightmares was a chance that I was willing to take. But now the chicken teeth may be coming home to roost.
Audrey was uber-ascared to lose a tooth. She's had a couple that have been wiggly for months, and every once in a while she would gasp and put her hand to her mouth when she would feel them move or maybe taste a little blood. The blood was the big thing...she has bloody noses quite frequently and just flips at the sight or taste of blood.
I've seen this coming for months and have been meaning to either look for a pre-written social story or write one myself. I never got around to it. Plus, when I explained the whole tooth fairy thing and told her that she could get a "treat" instead of money, she was all over it. Who needs to slave over a social story when I can just promise her a cupcake, cookie, or piece of candy? Pfft. It's called time management, people.
Since the tooth came out, Audrey has actually become quite enamored of it. She keeps wanting to look at it and play with it. But it's very small and she's already lost and found it about 100 times over. I put it in a little jewelry pouch for her and told her to keep it safe because having the tooth to put under your pillow is sort of key to the whole Tooth Fairy shtick and getting a treat. So she gets apoplectic when she can't find it. For some reason, she keeps playing with it on my bed and losing it somewhere in the sheets and then screaming her head off for me to come help her find it. There is a greater than 50-50 chance that she now has a curled-up hunk of my dry heel skin in that jewelry pouch instead of a tooth.
*Tooth may have been coaxed out by an errant knuckle sandwich.