Ahh...the dreaded word...dentist. I personally do not like going to the dentist. I can't stand having their rubber hands in my mouth. But, no matter how much we dislike the dentist, we have to go. So, today Brantley had his third dentist appointment. The first time he went was a year and a half ago because I was afraid he had a cavity. He didn't have a cavity, and he also didn't let them clean his teeth. They were able to clean the spot that I thought might be a cavity and the dentist was able to look at his teeth. The second visit he actually got his teeth cleaned. He was very polite and said "No thank you" when they tried to clean his teeth. He kept trying to get out of the chair. But, the hygienist was able to clean his teeth and put on the fluoride treatment. Both times, I was with him the whole time. So, today we were waiting in the waiting room and they called for Brantley. We get up and I follow behind Brantley and the hygienist says "He goes by himself now." Yeah I said thinking she was talking about how he went willingly with me following behind instead of dragging him in. I kept walking with them and she looked and me and said again "He goes by himself now." Huh....what did you just say. She repeated herself again and I of course say I don't think he will do well. The hygienist assured me she would come get me if he didn't do well and sent me back to the waiting room. I was upset. I sat there the whole time thinking I'm finding him a new dentist. The receptionist could tell I was upset. Another child started crying and I knew it wasn't Brantley because I know his cry but the receptionist made sure to tell me it wasn't Brantley. So, they call me back when the cleaning was done and the dentist was going to see him. Brantley was laying in the chair looking at the flat screen tv mounted on the wall. He said to me "Mommy...they have American Idol" and he smiled real big. One of the morning shows was showing clips from AI and he got to watch while she cleaned his teeth. She said he did great and he was covered in stickers. The dentist checked him out and then asked what it was about one of his teeth the hygienist had mentioned. They noticed that one of his front teeth was a little discolored and asked if he had fallen. He did fall 2 years ago. It was on the playground at school and his mouth was bleeding and got blood all over his jacket. We had taken him to the doctor and the doctor just looked at it and said it would heal nicely. Well, apparently it damaged his tooth a bit. They took an x-ray just to check it and the root of the tooth has already started to be absorbed. The dentist said as long as the tooth doesn't bother Brantley, it will probably just fall out sooner that normal which is about age 7. The x-ray was pretty cool because you could see all of his permanent teeth behind the baby teeth. After that, we left and I think Brantley enjoyed it. I realized how silly I was. He probably is much easier to work with without me being there. I just wasn't ready for that. He's only 4!
Here's Hermie's new spot in the house.
He did really well, but I think he was paying a little too much attention to me on the side of the pool. I didn't get in because I figured he really wouldn't listen, so I watched from the side. He did really well and is fearlessly jumping in the pool now - without his ring! Here is a picture after we got home and he already changed into his sleepy clothes. He should sleep good tonight, if I can get him in bed!
It's always hard getting back from vacation. We came back a day early so Brantley could go to his last baseball game. It was hot! Now he's in a bad mood. Early bedtime I hope, cause he needs it. Vacation was fun though. We went to the aquarium and hung out on the beach. Brantley learned how to throw a Frisbee and saw live starfish in the ocean. I'll post a photo album as soon as I have time.
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