After the long wait and watching Eliza accumulate cash from her tooth fairy, you’re finally losing some teeth.
You’ve had a few bottom teeth come in behind your baby teeth, creating shark-like rows, but the first tooth finally came out with little drama. Unlike your sister, you’re willing to work your loose teeth back and forth and have no hesitation to give them a solid yank.
Eliza established that every child has their own unique tooth fairy, resulting in a large fairy universe. You excitedly placed your first lost tooth under your pillow and wrote a note:
“Hi Tooth Fairy. Can I have a rainbow and gold Pokemon card?”
The tooth fairy didn’t have Pokemon cards, but delivered some cash. I remained shocked that the going rate for a tooth in 2024 is $5. Talk about inflation.
Your tooth fairy also left a note and identified himself as Trent. Eliza was right about the personal tooth fairy assignments.
Aside from this exciting development, you’ve been having a great winter. We’ve got you playing basketball, and you’re scoring 4-6 points per game. You prefer to dribble left-handed for some reason, and we won’t stop you until you realize you’re right-handed yourself.
I’m glad we’ve got basketball going because the ski season has been dreadful. Too warm, too dry. We’ve pushed to get up the mountain anyway to make the most of our season’s passes. You’re progressing technique, skiing your first black diamonds on an icy West Face (Uncle Scott calls it “Colface") and Middle Ferks (also called “Iceberg.”). You’re linking parallel turns incredibly well and sporting a great attitude. You seem to ski better on the harder, steeper runs. On that West Face run, you took a spill and Uncle Scott caught you from sliding 50-60 yards. You got right back up and finished the run without worry. Other kids would have froze in fear or initimidation, but that’s not you. Instead, you complained that we didn’t ski it again. Ha!
Don’t worry you’ve got many more black diamonds to ski and teeth to lose, hopefully never at the same time.
Love, Dad