There's a big boy in my house...

I had no idea kids could lose teeth at the age of four. But John is living proof that you can. I noticed he had a loose tooth this week and this morning he wiggled it out.

He's still four and a half months away from his fifth birthday, but the birthday has already been on my mind because five seems so old. He hasn't been a baby for a while. But at least I could call him a toddler or then a preschooler. But five means he's just "boy." Nothing baby about that, especially when the baby teeth begin falling out, making room for--ack!--adult teeth. Good thing there's still a baby in the house for me to snuggle!