Sunday, April 18, 2010


During the first inning of yesterday's game Oliver came tearing out of the dugout toward the stands instead of toward home plate for his first at-bat. "Mom, my tooth, my tooth." It had finally come out--persuaded, no doubt, by not a little wiggling while waiting for his turn to bat. I put the tooth into my pocket and returned to watching the game. His pronunciation is mostly unchanged, but certain words do seem to require a little extra effort, such as "toothless." He's a happy boy. In his mind, losing a tooth is the best, most important thing to have happened to him since getting a new baseball glove.


molly said...

Hooray for tooflessness!

eshams said...

I love that, but now I'm missing two teeth.

Rebekah said...

Oh my... what an absolutely perfect photo. He looks all the California surfer boy with that shirt he's wearing as well.

He's gotten so big. Every picture of him surprises me again.