Dentist Appointment

Wilson went in for his dentist appointment today. No, this wasn't his first trip - he's been going since right before he turned 2. This is a pediatric dentist so the only patients are kids and their office is AWESOME! There are fun movies around to watch, video games to play, neat dental assitants who love kids and make balloon animals, good flavored toothpaste, toys everywhere... It's a dental paradise for kids. This is a FAR cry from my experiences at the dentist as a child. My brother will confirm that the dentist was terrible to go to - and the assistant was a 100 year old woman who hated kids and yelled at the two of us if we wanted to spit out the nasty toothpaste. And she did her best to torture us with the dental tools. Not kid friendly. If I had a dentist like this when I was Wilson's age I would love dentists. I didn't and to this day I think dentists office are the one level of Hell Dante forgot to write about, especially that artifact that used to clean Nathan's and my teeth when Mom took us in for check ups. That woman was pure evil.

Wilson sat still for his cleaning and for his dental x-rays. He did so good. In a year we're going to re-evaluate, but right now he has an underbite which may require a little device that will be put in his mouth until it corrects his bite. That will be all sorts of fun. Especially on the pocketbook.

The aggravation and gripe for the day is that the name I picked out for Peanut was on the marker board no less than 5 times this morning. Too bad. I'm not changing my mind. My sister-in-law has had the same problem with Adison's name, every other little girl appears to be named Adison. Well, fine. Now I have to come up with a clever middle name in case every kid in the classroom has my kid's name.

Naming a child is WAY more painful than actually delivering the child.