November 2009
Friday November 20, 2009
Tooth trauma
Posted by: mlaehr at 6:28PM CST on November 20, 2009
When my nieces were 4 and 6 years old, the 6-year-old lost her first tooth. Sitting at the counter in my mother’s kitchen, she proudly showed her younger cousin what had happened.

“That better not happen to me,” the younger one said. “My mom would be mad.” 
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My oldest has finally lost the top front tooth that had been sticking straight out of his mouth for at least two months. He looked like a cartoon character. I swear towards the end, that tooth was actually moving back and forth as he spoke.

But as ridiculous as the tooth looked, and despite our frequent threats that the “big boy” tooth that was growing in behind it would be crooked, my 7-year-old refused to pull his tooth out. Not even the Tooth Fairy could convince him.

He cried.
He whined.
He held an ice pack to his mouth.
He used up at least three rolls of paper towel.
But he refused to actually pluck the tooth out. 

One night, a little more than a week ago, he went to bed with the tooth practically dangling by a string.
“Are you sure you don’t want Mom to just pull it?” I asked.
“No!” he screamed. “It’s your fault it’s like this!”
Earlier in the day I had persuaded him to let me try and get it out. I loosened it more and he was mad. I didn’t get it. Wasn’t I supposed to be loosening it for him?

“But you pull too hard,” he said.

Would you believe this is the fifth tooth he’s lost? Every single time it’s a big production. For days he’ll let a loose tooth dangle from his gums. When we suggest he get a paper towel and wiggle it or let us pluck it out, he throws a fit.

This last tooth actually fell out of his mouth while he was sleeping.

Who knew a loose tooth could be so traumatic? My goodness.

I remember sitting in the bathroom mirror for hours the minute I felt a loose tooth. I wanted that quarter from the Tooth Fairy. Now she can’t even tempt my oldest with $5!

My 6-year-old is very matter-of-fact about the whole tooth losing situation. When he has a tooth that’s loose enough, he takes a paper towel and wiggles it until it comes out.

Why on earth is it such a big deal for my oldest, I wondered? So I did what any modern day mom does when she has a burning child-rearing question: I googled it.

Would you believe there are thousands of articles, blogs, tips and even books on how to deal with a child reluctant to lose their first tooth? Really?

One article I read even suggested that if you don’t make losing a tooth a “good” experience for your child, they could end up dreading the dentist forever. Good gravy!

Sometimes it takes seeing the absurd reaction of other parents out there to realize that you’re also reacting over-the-top to a situation. So I’m not looking forward to the next loose tooth, but I have vowed not to make just as big a stink about it as my son does. Maybe if I shrug it off as no big deal, he will too.
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My sister recently asked me what I do when the Tooth Fairy collects my children’s baby teeth. I’ve kept a few in an envelope in my dresser, but it’s not like I’m going to save them and have them bronzed someday.

“What did you do with the girls’?” I asked.
She told me she has kept every single baby tooth her two now teenage daughters lost in a little jar. Yuck, right?!

“What do you do with them?” I asked. “Take them out and look at them?”

Thursday November 5, 2009
His own sense of style
Posted by: Janine Anderson at 3:23PM CST on November 5, 2009
“Wear monkey boots!”
If Henry sees his rain boots — brown, with monkey faces on the toes — he wants to wear them. “Wear monkey boots!”
If the answer is no, there is crying. Lots and lots of crying. If yes, there is a giant grin, and two-handed waves at toes, and “Hi monkeys!” out of a 2-year-old’s mouth.
I’m learning to pick my battles.
Footwear is one that, for now, Henry is winning.
The kid is obsessed with socks and shoes. Since early October, he’d come home from his grandparents’ house wearing new socks. Pumpkins, spiders, Snoopy, skulls. He loved every single one of them. And every morning, when it was time to get dressed, he’d request a pair.
The white, blue and brown socks we had plenty of were no longer good enough. Now, Henry was all “pumpkin socks,” and “spider socks,” and “Snoopy socks.”
If they were clean, I’d usually oblige.
Then he’d start in on the shoes.
Some days he’d want the white athletic shoes, other days his blue shoes. For about a week, all he would wear were his newest pair of shoes (which were too big, and which Scott put on him one day without knowing they were supposed to be saved for another six weeks or so).
His favorite combination: The bright orange pumpkin socks, with the sparkly jack-o-lantern face, paired with the too-big blue and brown shoes with orange accents.
Where on earth is he getting this from?
I admit, I watch Project Runway, but it’s always after Henry’s in bed.
This seems to be one of these fun, new areas where Henry’s personality is coming through.
There’s joke-telling. The favorite is to point at something and say “That’s not (fill-in-the-blank)!” He’ll point at the table and say “That’s not kitty!” and crack up.
He laughs so hard that he can’t hold his head up.
I’ve heard friends with older children talk about how their sons and daughters showed parts of their personalities early on. One, adventurous, the other reserved. A girly-girl. A tomboy. Quiet. Exuberant. Silly. Serious.
At 2, Henry’s personality is starting to come through in a concrete way. He doesn’t like it when things are broken. He loves to color and draw. If given the choice, he’d go fast. Outside is his preferred environment.
For his first birthday, we spent part of the day at the Milwaukee Art Museum, at an exhibit with lots of moving parts, flashing lights and sounds. He was fascinated by all the things to look at, and we enjoyed exploring the installations. This year, we might take him to a petting farm, or Shedd Aquarium. This summer, we’ll take him camping.
Watching him discover the world, and watching his emerging personality, is absolute joy. I have no idea where he’s getting some of the things he enjoys, but in many ways, that’s how I like it. Without understanding where it came from, I can just enjoy the ride.
Even on the days when he can’t wear his monkey boots.
Written by Janine Anderson. Anderson is mom to 2-year-old Henry. Contact her at (262) 631-1703 or janine.anderson@journaltimes.com.
Mommy Talk is an online parenting blog written by Journal Times reporters Janine Anderson and Marci Laehr Tenuta. Find it online at: http://my.journaltimes.com/mommytalk.

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