Dr. Tooth

My childhood memories are abundant. But when I think of January, the first thing that comes to mind is the Winter Carnival in Stowe, Vermont. We used to bundle up and take to Main Street for a winter celebration. There would be games and hot chocolate but my sister and I always eagerly anticipated the arrival of our favourite friends.

There was Superman and Cinderella, the Chipmunks and more. And though we waited with baited breath to give them a hug and hopefully snag a balloon there was one character who was anything but welcome.

Dr. Tooth.

That gold shiny tooth was scary to us little girls and we would shy away upon his appearance.

Ah yes, a tooth can be a very scary thing.

Maybe even so scary that it keeps you up at night, crying out for your mom every 2 hours? Or maybe it's just a great excuse for your mom to use to mask your sleep associations?

I'm not quite sure of the answer to that but one thing is for sure. We have a tooth!

Daddy discovered it last night and flashed open the shower curtain in sheer excitement to let me know. Once toweled off, I went in to investigate for myself and sure enough, with a quick finger on the lower gum I discovered a sharp pointy little bump.

It hasn't fully made its debut yet. Maybe it's waiting for her to officially turn 6 months old on Tuesday.

It may not be gold and muppet-like, but this tooth has definitely been shaking things up!