Going, Going, Gone

This morning Sarah came into my room rather distressed by the fact that she could not find the tooth that had been loose the day before.  I didn't think it was that loose, but apparently it was because she lost it overnight.  I'm pretty sure she swallowed it, as she has done 2-3 times before, but she thinks maybe she took it out and put it somewhere - "oh wait, maybe I just dreamed that."  Anyway, she has now lost all eight of her front teeth (she also lost one two days after Thanksgiving) and she is only six and a half.  I'm pretty certain there are kids in her class at school that haven't lost any teeth yet and she's lost all she's going to lose until she's twleve.  I know neither one of us had anything to do with that, but I'm happy that for once she's got a leg up on her classmates and is able to do something that (right now) they can't.  She doesn't have many opportunities to beat them at anything, so it's nice that she gets a little win.

Unfortunately, the female half of the Tooth Fairy used her last $1 bills to tip the pizza delivery man tonight since she was too lazy to cook, and the male half is in Boston on a business trip, so I'm actually going to have to borrow $1 from Sarah's piggy bank to put under her pillow.  I could just give her $5, but that would just set a bad precedent and Andy would get very angry.  Just not worth it.  Because she has no tooth to leave for the Tooth Fairy, Sarah wrote her a note on a orange sticky note that says:

Dear Tooth Fairy,
I can't find my tooth, please come anyway.
Love,
Sarah

Straight and to the point.  Lucky for her the Tooth Fairy always comes, assuming she remembers.  Sometimes the Tooth Fairy comes a day late because she is so busy in other parts of the world.  As of right now, it's etched in my brain.

One other thing that's missing in Sarah's life is her curly hair.  It was long and wavy and I thought it just wasn't that curly because it was too heavy.  Right before Thanksgiving I took her to get her haircut and asked them to take four inches off, thinking it would be lighter and thus curlier.  They did, and the curl is gone.  There is a tiny bit underneath and some of her wisps are still curly, but that's about it.  When it's up in a ponytail from the back it looks totally straight.  It's still thick and beautiful, the most amazing colors, but I'm so sad to see the curls gone.  I really thought they would stay forever.  She loves that her hair is straight now and was so done with the curls.  Supposedly your hair changes every seven years and can do all sorts of crazy things.  Hopefully at some point those curls will decide to come back out.

I'm trying not to make too big a deal of it, because I don't want her defined by her curls or her hair, but I really did love them.  Probably because I've never had curly hair and would love to have it myself.  It can be a pain to brush and take care of, but it's so low maintenance otherwise.

Just two more signs that my little girl is growing up.  Now if the whining would just go by the wayside, my life would be so much more zen.