Going... Going...

Not too much going on at the Case House the last few weeks. We're ramping up for school and trying to get to the pool and enjoy the end of summer. There was some excitement today, though. Here was Jeremy two days ago:

("Going")

And one day ago:

("Going")

And this afternoon: ("Gone")

It took two years and three months, but the tooth that was knocked loose during a brotherly skirmish in the back of the van finally came out, thanks to Dr. Leary, a bit of wiggling with his tools, and a shot of Novocaine. I'll miss that baby tooth! Before it came out, Dr. Leary asked Jeremy if he wanted his tooth to come out. Jeremy told him that he was especially worried that he might swallow it, so he thought it would be good if he pulled it out. So sweet to know that was his big concern. He was incredibly brave when he got the Novocaine. He cried just a tiny bit and asked if it was over yet. Then it was. He called it the pinch that hurt pretty much but kept it from hurting more when they took his tooth out. (The most entertaining part of the day was the big wad of gauze he was supposed to keep on the area for 15 minutes. He couldn't really talk with it in, and it was driving him CRAZY. He kept asking me in his barely understandable mumble, "HOW long do I have to leave this?" The boy just cannot keep quiet under any circumstances!)

We celebrated with a milkshake from the Dairy Whip. What a big, brave boy.