***UPDATE: I never was very good at math, and clearly that is still a difficulty of mine. I knew that she would get her 12 year old molars, and I guess I just didn't think about the fact that there are 4 baby teeth in there holding a place for them! (Thank you Grace) So, long story short--this isn't the last one, and she has 4 more to go, but in theory, this should be the last for another 2 years. I still find it a "sad" moment I guess, because every thing seems to make me sad this month. ****
The 16th, and final baby tooth is out.
I am not sure if I am more sad, or more glad about this "last."
Loose teeth both drive me crazy, and gross me out.
Of course, you are thinking "this crazy lady (who doesn't like bloody teeth) has blogged about the loss (and first appearance) of every tooth in that child's mouth!"
Yea, I know. It is really hard to explain me.
So farewell number 16.
I guess there is officially nothing "baby" about my oldest "baby" any more.