First Trip to the Dentist

Today was Andrew's first dental visit. He did great for the exam. He opened his mouth real wide for the hygienist, Linda (who is great by the way), to brush and floss his teeth. He even liked it when she squirted water in his mouth and sucked it out. She said his teeth look great, no plaque or other build up, yay! He has all 20 teeth he should have at this age and we will go back in February for his next check up. He just loves his new yellow tooth brush and couldn't make up his mind what prize he wanted when it was all over. He settled for a super ball. Now, I said he did great for the exam, but the wait wasn't so good. He through an ungodly fit in the waiting room because he couldn't "write on the paper", you know all the forms you have to fill out when you get there. He actually plopped down in the floor and was crying. I was so embarrassed. I am sure everyone was thinking that kid is going to be hell for the exam. He's just my little Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Another funny for you. I now know why you aren't suppose to play ball in the house. I had no idea a beach ball could cause so much damage. Last night Andrew was throwing his blow up beach ball to me and Marc when it hit a drinking glass that was sitting on the end table. The glass seemed to explode. I think the ball actually knocked it over and it hit the lamp and broke. There was glass everywhere. Another good reason to have a gate on the stairs, we "locked" Andrew there while we picked up all the glass. Then on my way to the garbage with the broken glass in trash bag, the bag brushed against my led and I got a decent sized cut there. Poor Marc who hates blood had to put band aids on my leg (twice). It still hurts today. UGH!