Other than my latest entry from our first day on the beach, I have not written in a while. Ryan lost his first tooth about two weeks ago. He had a loose tooth for what seems like a month. His bottom left tooth fell out while brushing his teeth one night. I had been a little concerned that something was wrong since most kids don’t start losing their teeth until they are well into their 5th year or even into their 6th. Evidently nothing is wrong because he has a tooth coming in right behind it. It was the smallest tooth I believe I had ever seen. After taking a myriad of pictures of the missing tooth, he placed it under his pillow with the great anticipation of the Tooth Fairy visiting that night. . . After remembering a time in which my mother told Paul and me that Santa would not be coming to visit us that night if we were not asleep—in our mad dash to our bedrooms—we could not wait to see what would be awaiting us when we awoke the next morning . . . Mike and I explained that the Tooth Fairy does not visit little boys and girls that are not asleep. I believe he fell asleep within record time. The next morning I asked Ryan if the Tooth Fairy had visited him that night. He sadly said “No.” I said, “Did you look under your pillow?” He immediately jumped up and lifted up his pillow. I wish I had, had a camera . . . the look of surprise and amazement was so priceless as he saw that crisp green bill that lay under his pillow. We figure this is the first in a long line of tooth losing. He already has another loose tooth.