I've never in my life seen him this excited. Not at Christmas, not at birthdays. Never. He is beyond ecstatic.
I thought he was sobbing earlier when making those squealing noises, but when I asked what was wrong he said, "I AM JUST SO EXCITED!1,000,000 (yes, that is meant to be excited! to the 1,000,000th power, but my superscript isn't coming out so clearly).
He has been bouncing around and shouting "LOOK! I CAN TALK WITHOUT OPENING MY TEETH NOW!" and "LOOK! I CANT BREATH WITHOUT OPENING MY TEETH NOW!" which I supposed he never realized he could do before. But there is just SO! MUCH! EXCITEMENT! in his little body, I fear it will spontaneously combust.
And me? Well, it sure does happen fast. Kindergarten last week, lost baby tooth this week. My boy. He is growing up, and he is so very excited about it. Truthfully, at times like these, his excitement about it all far outshines those motherly pangs of babyhood gone by. Nights like these you remember forever, not for the days gone by or for the shedding of a tiny tooth that began forming in my womb all those years ago; but because of the contagious excitement of one little boy, who isn't quite so little anymore.
Edited to add: He woke up at 6am, thrilled with his money from the tooth fairy. I sent him back to bed for a bit more sleep. When he woke up at 7am, he was sobbing because "I want my Toothy back!!" Yes, he named it Toothy. He doesn't want it back in his mouth, I think he wants it has a collectible. But he's broken into sobs twice over it today already. Losing a tooth is quite the emotional rollercoaster evidently. The highs and lows of growing up.