On having a loose tooth

So Scarlett has her first wobbly tooth!

I cried! She phoned me from her Aunty's house (where she was 'helping' to decorate) and was excited to tell me that she had a wobbly tooth (or three - although I think it might just be one). After putting the phone down I shed a tear. I've never felt particularly sad about her growing up. Each stage of her precious life has been better than he last, she is a real delight (in between temper tantrums) but for some reason this just really hit me. Maybe it's because she will be physically different when her tooth goes. Maybe it's the thought of her baby teeth going and the adult ones appearing. Maybe it's growing a new life and realising how wonderful the last few years have been.

A big milestone though, and one I feel obliged to note down.