Frunt teef

It’s amazing how quickly kids grow up. It feels like only days ago I could hold Elisabeth in just one hand. Now she is nearly as tall as one of my best friends – admittedly my friend is 4ft10 so that is not a massive challenge, but Elisabeth is only six. And not only that, she has also lost her two front teeth to make room for her grown up ones!

Elisabeth had her first wobbly tooth when she was 4. I was so not ready for this, I thought it wouldn’t happen until she was at least 6! Clearly I was wrong. Anyway, little 4 year old Elisabeth was very excited because when the tooth would come out the toothfairy would come! 

Wouldn’t it be lovely to just for a few days to go back to that world where there is a toothfairy, a Father Christmas and an Easter Bunny? 

The first few wobbly teeth were all excitement but the two front ones have been a bit troublesome. They took ages to come out and it hurt when she ate, dinner often ended up in tears until she as fed up with it and asked me just to pull it out! Brave girl. 

The first of the front teeth nearly caused quite a drama. Elisabeth had put the teeth in an envelope with a drawing for the toothfairy in it. It was all ready to be swapped for a few coins. A few hours later I’m in bed all ready to go to sleep. I am dozing off and all of a sudden I am up right in bed…

OH NO! The toothfairy!

I had totally forgotten about the toothfairy! So there is me in my half asleep state, wobbling down the stairs to find some coins – please let me please have some coins!!! – and write a note from the toothfairy. Phew, close call. I can only imagine how distraught she would have been waking up and realising that the toothfairy had not come! 

For the second front tooth Elisabeth wrote a note with a question to go with the tooth…


Just in case you can’t read it, it says:

To tooth fery how do I eta a apple with no frunt teef

Love from Elisabeth

To be so innocent again that your main concern of the day is how to eat an apple with no front teeth.

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Jacob and the big world…

A couple of weeks ago, Jacob went for his first day at pre-school. He was super excited and so was I because the first day I was allowed to come with him. So after lunch I changed him into his school uniform which he wasn’t partuclarly keen on but the promise of some chocolate seemed to help quite a lot (bad parenting, I know). 

He had great fun for the first hour, lots of new toys and a great outside space – pretty much Jacob heaven. But then it was tidy up time……and sitting still on the carpet and singing songs…….and having to wait until everyone finished their snack before being allowed to play again – pretty much Jacob hell. Not the best of starts.

The next day he seemed happy enough to get changed into his uniform (probably thinking he would get chocolate again) and walk to school. He seemed a bit cautious when going in but was ok. I was the one who was worried. I could see him spend all afternoon on the ‘thinking cushion’ (their version of the naughty step) because of not listening. Imagine my surprise to hear at pick up that he had been perfect and he had listened really well! I was proud of my boy, he’d done well.

Last week he started to realise that this isn’t a temporary thing and he was going to have to go to school every day now, apparantly this was somewhat unexpected and on Thursday he cried and didn’t want to go in at all. The teacher took him in and he was fine all afternoon but later that day he told us in tears that he doesn’t want to grow any bigger, he wants to stay small. It was rather heartbreaking, he obviously just wants to stay at home with mummy bless him. 

Unfortunately Jacob, that is not how things go in the real world and school is something you are going to have to put up with every day for a very long time, poor little lamb ❤️❤️❤️