One tooth...two teeth...no teeth

It's officially funny front teeth photo season. The first one popped out back in April and Dana could not stop laughing. Plus all the 'S' words now have a funny accent which is just awesome. 

Then this dude hung on FOREVER!! Seriously, it drove Dana crazy. He literally spent weeks trying to bribe Clark into pulling it out and even got one good tug but it just wasn't ready. Then today, he woke us saying he wasn't feeling well (which makes sense since Charlotte licked everything at the park on Friday) so we took it easy. But sure enough - that afternoon while sitting on the couch he turns to Dana, says quietly "I'm gonna barf" and then does. Eww!! 

But it gets ewwier because as Dana is deftly maneuvering his barf covered shirt over his head, he snags that pointy tooth and POP! Out it comes. Right in the vomit. So yes, I fished a tiny chiclet sized tooth out of puke, washed it off, and put it in a box for the tooth fairy to collect later that night. That's gotta earn an award of some kind right?

At least we get this beautiful view for a few months. What a cutie!