Last time I wrote you, we were hoping to get those loose front teeth moving out. So far, one down one to go. You got the first tooth out while watching a movie and gripping it with some toilet paper. For some odd reason you decided to finish the job inside a nearby cardboard box for some privacy. After a few short minutes, we heard a squeal and you emerged like a butterfly out of a coccoon. But instead of new wings, you had a new hole in your mouth.
The remaining tooth isn’t moving out so much as moving up. The new tooth is pushing your old tooth forward and nearly horizontal now. I’ve given it a couple good tugs, but we’re not near the finish line. I hope it happens soon for the sake of removing that small dagger of a tooth pointing out.
This week, we are back in one of your favorite places in the world: Palm Desert. We’re spending mid-winter break with Grams here. So far it’s been cool, not quite 70 degrees, but that didn’t stop you and Matteo from a first 4-hour pool day. The temps will get into the 70s starting today, and that will get me and your Mom in the pool, too. We’re used to warmer temps because we usually come down here on the shoulder seasons late March or October. We were supposed to be here in October but yours truly caught COVID, so this is our reschedule. We’re also not used to the Deep Canyon community being so busy. The seniors here are rarely in the pool but are always in the hot tubs.
The agenda here will be our usual jam: zoo trips, pool days, tennis (more like open batting cages at this age), and hiking up to the cross. I was ready for a family vacation again. It came at the cost of missing pajama day at school and we’ll have to agree to disagree that it was worth the trade off.
Love, Dad