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Saturday, 21 August 2010

Jilly and I woke at 04:20 this morning and packed the car ready for waking Evelyn to leave the house. Obviously trying to let Evelyn sleep until we left, we tried to make as little noise as possible, but we must have disturbed her. As I was taking the last of the bags downstairs, I heard strange noises coming from Evelyn's room.

To the untrained ear, what Evelyn was doing would have made no sense at all.

"Nerrr, neeerrr, neeerrrrrrrrr", Evelyn 'nerrred' as she slept. She was obviously dreaming about the Big Babies episode, 'The Race', in which the babies (Rocco and Brooks) use ner-power to boost the speed of their buggy to beat 'The Gonch' in a race around the park.

Anyway, having waited until Evelyn had finished her race, I woke her as gently as possible and bundled her into the car, and we were on our way at 04.50.

After many days of teasing and screaming, Evelyn has finally allowed Jillian close enough to her loose tooth to pull it out.

For almost a fortnight now, Jilly has been convinced that Evelyn's tooth was ready to fall out and has been desperate to take hold of it. With each of the Evelyn's previous five teeth to come out, she was perfectly happy for Jilly to take it out. For some reason, Evelyn has been petrified whenever Jilly has gone anywhere near this tooth...until tonight.

Sat in the living room after dinner, I was watching the news when Evelyn came trotting in from the kitchen holding a tissue to her month.

"It's come out, Daddy, it's come out!"

Astonishingly, I didn't hear a 'peep' out of Evelyn during the extraction, and the tooth is now sat, patiently, beneath Evelyn's pillow waiting for the tooth fairy.

Since removing her tooth (rendering her entirely upper-incisor-less) Evelyn has been trying to say as many words as she can containing the 'S' sound. Evelyn's current particular favourite is 'thpaghetti thauth'! Brilliant!

Evelyn said goodbye (or, more accurately, thcudbye) to her upper right central incisor tonight. The tooth has been extremely wobbly for some time now; so much so, that it has appeared to protrude from Evelyn's mouth horizontally on occasions, and Evelyn finally asked Jilly to pull it out tonight.

The liddle beaudee was so very brave and, as Jilly took a firm grip on the tooth, Evelyn actually 'whipped' her head back to remove the tooth herself. The tiniest "Ow!" followed the extraction, as Jilly dropped Evelyn's tooth onto the sofa, and there was a crazed rush to prevent the tooth from falling into the bottomless chasm which is 'down the side of the sofa', but sense prevailed when Jilly found the tooth again, and wrapped it in clean tissue for presentation to the tooth fairy this evening.

I asked Evie if she had any idea what everyone will be asking her whenever they see that she's lost one of her most prominent teeth.

"Have I been kissing boys!", she told me, with a very subtle, but very definite, smile!

I'm planning to replace the photograph with a more flattering one just as soon as we've all had a bit of sleep, and I've got some more batteries for my camera!

As it was dangerously loose this evening, and as it was Evelyn's bedtime, Jilly removed Evelyn's lower left incisor to make it safe for her to go to bed; and she did it with Evelyn making no more than a slight 'Ow!'. She is so brave, our liddle girl. Of course, she immediately made sure the tooth was nice and clean for the tooth fairy, wrapping it in clean tissue ready for placing beneath her pillow tonight.

And this has reminded me to write about a further tooth related episode from a few nights ago.

Earlier this week, Evelyn claimed that a tooth had come loose from the back of her mouth (not the one which was visibly loose at the front of her mouth, of course). She held a tissue over her head, claiming that it contained the tooth, and that she was going to place it beneath her pillow - that night - for the tooth fairy. It was transparently clear that Evelyn's tooth hadn't fallen out, and that this was a fraudulent plot to con money out of an unsuspecting tooth fairy).

The next morning, Jilly discovered that Evelyn had fashioned a rudimentary tooth out of the apple she'd been eating and placed that in the tissue (does she think the tooth fairy was born yesterday?). Asking Evelyn if she thought she could trick the tooth fairy into leaving her some money, Evelyn was 'mortified', and clearly worried that the tooth fairy would no longer leave her money for her teeth.

"Don't tell her, mummy! Evelyn pleaded, whereupon, Jilly explained that the tooth fairy must already know that she'd tried to trick her, as she'd left the apple 'tooth' behind, and NO money.

Evelyn's gone to bed quite confident, tonight, that the tooth fairy wil be along to exchange her tooth for a shiny coin, conveniently forgetting her recent attempt at fraud!

For some time now, Evelyn has been complaining about her 'wobbly' tooth, seeming very anxious that it is going to start bleeding.

Jilly and I assured Evelyn that her mouth wouldn't bleed unless her tooth came out; which it has finally done tonight while I was with the boys in Whitby. Apparently Evelyn was very brave and, before she went to bed, was determined to 'pray' to the tooth fairy to let her know that she was in Whitby, and not at home. She is such a precious little beaudee!

Fortunately for the tooth fairy, Evelyn was perfectly satisfied with the £1 coin left under her pillow, and made no mention of the £20 note that Roger told her to expect! Why I oughtta!

Evelyn's second tooth has come out; her lower left central incisor. It's been extremely wobbly for two or three days now and Evelyn was finally conned into allowing Jilly to 'wobble' the tooth. Before Evelyn knew it, Jilly had applied all the pressure she needed , and the tooth was out. Evelyn was soooo brave and immediately asked if she could put it under her pillow for the tooth fairy. That's my girl!

Evelyn always loves a swim, so we went, with the Wassocks, to the Keswick Leisure Centre today. Waiting in the queue, I noticed that Evelyn's face was a little grubby. Rather clumsily, I 'hoober-doobered' Evelyn's face with a soapy face-cloth, practically knocking Evelyn's loose woobly tooth out. I was mortified, but Evelyn seemed, almost, excited. Taking control, and not making it exactly clear to Evelyn what she was about to do, Jilly quickly and painlessly extracted the tooth, with clinical precision, and without murmur from Evie.

She's small and very funny...but unlike her cartoon heroine, Lola, Evelyn DOES want her wobbly tooth to fall out!

Evelyn's wobbly tooth is her lower right central incisor (one her first two teeth to make their an appearance on 16th December 2004). Every morning, Evelyn demands that Jilly and I touch her wobbly tooth, to see how wobbly it is; and every afternoon, Jilly or I collect Evelyn from school for her to tell us tales of how one child or another has pushed, pulled or twisted her tooth throughout the day. The girl is crazy, and desperate for her tooth to fall out, but not so much that Evelyn is prepared to eat hard fruit and cereal bars (sticking, in the main, to strawberries and ripe nectarines!)

Jilly and I have both told her that it would be weeks before the tooth falls out, but Evie is adamant that, "...it will fall out tonight!", everynight! And this has been going on for 10 days now!

Now...where did I leave my pliers?

As if the poor liddle beaudee hadn't had enought trouble with her last tooth, tooth number 16 has now appeared...another of those 'orrible molars. Evie seems to be comparatively used to the discomfort now, as she doesn't seem to be nearly as uncomfortable with this one as with the last!

Something Evelyn is uncomfortable with though, is Kieran! Her newest, and funniest for some time] expression is, "Stobbit!" [Stop it!], which she seems to have been demanding all 'Mother's Day' weekend...most usually when Kieran was winding her up.

For a week or so now, Jilly and I have been convinced that Evelyn is about show signs of Chicken Pox that she must have contracted from the Domster, particularly as she has been very bad tempered lately, and hasn't been sleeping very well.

We've now discovered that the [probable] cause [though we're still not ruling out 'the pox' entirely!] of Evie's recent unhappiness is the appearance of tooth number 15, her lower left second molar. The liddle kitten's face is glowing bright red constantly, and she has begun asking of "My Scene" [medicine, or Calpol!] when she wakes up in the middle of the night! Jilly and I are becoming worried that Evie is becoming a Calpol junky, so we are hoping that Evie can weather the molar storm...we'll see!