Sunday, March 8th, my baby boy lost his first tooph, I meant to spell it that way, because that is how he used to say it, when he was a baby and not so growed up. I have really tried to slow down this process, but low and behold he turned 5 anyways. And now this, and before Kindergarten. It is too much and it makes me a bit weepy just thinking about it. I was not this way with the other three. It was exciting to think that the tooth fairy would be making a visit to our abode. Now it just makes me feel tired and whoa, will she actually remember. There in lies one of the issues. Tired? That is for old people. Not young thirty somethings like myself. My twenties left and that was ok, but I am not sure how easy it will be to say goodbye to my thirties. By the way I still have plenty of time, just not as much as last year. So time marches on and it is marching straight through my babies teeth and other places too unfortunetly.