Carter, David, and I went to Children's Hospital in Cincinnati to have Carter's extra tooth removed. He woke up bright and early at Grandmom's and said "Okay, guys. I am ready to go have my surgery." We left Kiernan with Grandmom and went to the hospital. He did a wonderful job in the pre-op and selected cherry smell to fall asleep to. At around 10:30am we met with the oral surgeon (who by the way is wonderful and I highly recommend him to anyone), and said Carter did a great job and here is his tooth!

In post op, Carter did great. All he wanted to do was go see Kiernan. We had plans of David and I having a Carter Day with him, but those plans changed when Carter started crying once he heard Kiernan was with Grandmom and he was not going to see her the next day. After about another 3 hours of him being sad, he took a nap and woke up to his funny Carter self. He loved all the icecream, popscicles, and pudding he could possibly put in his belly.

Before we went to bed, David brought out his little baseball glove Diane made for him to put his teeth in for the Tooth Fairy. Which was very cute, but not so cute that my 32 year-old husband STILL had two teeth in it. GROSS GROSS GROSS. The Tooth Fairy brought Carter a half dollor and 50 cents. He put the money immediatly in his piggy bank when he woke up. He was a little sad to hear the Tooth Fairy didn't come see David. He was expecting David to get money since he had teeth in the baseball glove. Carter- always thinking of others.