So mommy had been acting CRAZY for weeks. She kept doing what she called "practicing for the Dentist" and would make me open my mouth on command. (I would occasionaly oblige her just for kicks.) She and Daddy were very vigilant w/my toothbrushing. The day was circled in RED on the calendar. We were going to the dentist.
Mom had been pitching a fit because in her quest to raise me "by the book" (HA!) she knew I needed to be into a dentist BY my first birthday. (Let's be honest, with her tooth fetish, she wanted me in when my first tooth came through) But Mom and Dad didn't put me on the insurance until January 2008... then mom had a heck of a time finding a Pediatric Dentist. But the day finally arrived...
On the way to the dentist. (I'm not real sure about this mom):
Mom brought Gigi (my new name for Grandma Lorson) along so that she could fill out the paperwork while I played w/Gigi. Then the door opened, she took me by the hand and led me down the hallway. The nice Hygentist let me pick out my new toothbrush (CHOO CHOO'S!). Then mom talked with the strange man in the mask for a couple of minutes. I crawled up into what LOOKED like a comfy chair... until they tilted me back!! Oh my!! And the strange light that was pointed towards my mouth!! How Crazy!! But I only cried a little bit and mom kept saying how proud of me she was... I don't know why she was making such a big deal. But I'm a big boy, so we take this sort of thing in stride.
Mom and the dentist said I had some Iron Stains on my teeth. Mom didn't know how I got them, but the dentist said that since I was doing SUCH a good job in the chair, he would go ahead and try the polisher on them to take the stains out. ALL GONE!! My teeth are super pearly white now (or so mom says). And that's all there is to a trip to the dentist. No problem at all... or "piece of cake" as my mom would say.
One thing I didn't like... the dentist pulled mom aside at the end and said that He was REALLY proud of the fact that I didn't use a bottle past 14 months old but that mom and dad needed to go ahead and stop the use of my binkies. And he recommended they make me go "cold turkey". I don't know what that means... but I do know I haven't even SEEN one of my dear binkies since that time at the dentist. *Sigh* Growing up is tough!!!
**A little visual reminder of Davis' teeth**
Davis first teeth (the both popped within one day of each other when he was 7 months old:)
Davis' 16 teeth as of last week:
And I'll post a pic of the newly cleaned teeth once the 21 month old obliges me again. ;-)
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