The Schmoop has lost his very first tooth (it's hard to tell, but it's the left bottom front tooth), and is in the process of losing his second. I had no idea that this could be happen at 5 1/2, and for some reason expected another year or so before we had to introduce the Tooth Fairy to our son.
Can my firstborn really be getting "grown up teeth" already? I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Permanent teeth mean the potential for orthodontia. Orthodontia signals preadolescence, and preadolescence means puberty is just around the corner. Stop! I'm not ready for this. I need a few more years of baby teeth and baby interests.
But the Schmoop's body has its own agenda. He's no longer the pipsqueak he was in preschool and, to my surprise, is one of the taller kids in his kindergarten. His voice is alarmingly low for a five-year-old (and indeed has been raspy for a couple of years). He checks out nonfiction books about wildfires, the solar system, paleontology, and natural disasters each week. He helps me parent his sister -- when he's not terrorizing her with his "big brother" proclamations. He's in every way except one (his need to pop into our bed in the middle of the night) a big, big boy.
E will be six and a couple of months when the new baby arrives, and I have no doubt that he will revel in his role as big brother of not one, but two younger sibs. I don't worry about how a newborn will change him, because he's already a bonafide "eldest." I only wish I could be so confident about the Schmoopette. She's the one I'm nervous will regress and resent number three. But the Schmoop is, well, a trooper and a help. I just wish I could somehow slow down his development just a tad, pause a few frames here and there. For now, that means making a big deal about each lost tooth.