If my walls could talk…

then perhaps they could tell me how this happened:

Nolan’s lower teeth used to sit in a row.  Now, it seems one is out of alignment – pushed toward the front.  *sigh*

I went downstairs for a minute and left the boys playing nicely in the living room.  30 seconds later, I heard screaming & crying.  Nolan came down the stairs mumbling, “My tooth is loose!”  Sure enough, one was wiggling, there was blood in his mouth, and he was sobbing.  As a mom, any sign of blood in your kid’s mouth makes your adrenaline pump.  You never know what you’re going to find.  I was able to deduce that somehow Nolan’s mouth had a run in with Lincoln’s foot.  Don’t ask me how.  Unfortunately the two of them can’t recall how it happened either.  All I know is we made our first emergency trip to the dentist this afternoon.  Our little man should be just fine, but we have to watch things for the next couple of days.

We made it 5 years without an accident that warranted an unexpected trip to the doctor or dentist.  Not a bad run, if you ask me!