Jamon lost his first tooth. It was actually his first tooth he got the day after he turned 6 months old, his bottom right tooth. He was so excited! He actually wrote a letter to the Tooth Fairy and put it by his pillow, and not for the life of me I cannot find it. However, I memorized it. It said: "Dear Tooth Fairy, please leave my tooth. I will take good care of it. Thank you, Jamon." What Tooth Fairy could deny that kind of plea? So inside a basketball tooth pillow was a little baby tooth and $1. Jamon actually still keeps his tooth in the tooth pillow. And a few weeks later he lost his bottom left tooth! And I put it on the kitchen counter so we wouldn't lose it. Guess what? We, or I, lost it. I was wiping down the counters and it flew on the floor. I must have swept it up. I even searched the trash, but it is incredibly difficult to find a baby tooth in a full sack of garbage. I felt terrible. I told him that I would write a note to the Tooth Fairy explaining what happened and that he would still receive a prize. I am loving this age. It is a time of pure joy and innocence. When I imagine childhood, I close my eyes and see Jamon and Josie at their ages right now!