Another Sign He's a Boy

Sunday night, after a wild weekend, Ezra was just finishing a bath and being toweled on a tile floor........you can guess that a wet, tired, wriggling little boy is not a good combo and you would be right.....he fell on his face, on that tiled floor, and shattered one of his front teeth. His mother was beside herself, father swooped in to calm things down, the lad was put to bed....then the doctor was called. On Monday, a friend who happens to be an orthodontist was called, referrals were made, offices were closed, then a trip to a nearby city with a pediatric dentistry group was visited.

Ezra was pretty good as the dentist looked at his tooth and determined it had to be pulled, dad was great, mom was not so great (some might say post traumatic syndrome).

Ezra is his happy self, with one less tooth. He should be just fine in about 5 years when the permanent tooth grows in.

Grandpa says "he's a boy, get used to it"......grandma and mom are determining how to encase him in bubble wrap.