Adventures in Dentistry

Yesterday was time for the girls' six month check ups at the dentist's office. The Moo has been a model dentist patient since she was 18 months old, so she got called in first. The Bean is always great but apprehensive, and in the past it has taken her some time to relax amid all the noises and different instruments. This time, when the hygienist came out and called her name, I got up to go back with her, and the Bean turned to me and said, "No Mommy, I want to be a big girl and go in by myself." So, for the first time in my maternal life, I spent my time at the dentist's office alone in the waiting room, flipping through outdated issues of Us magazine and waiting to hear screaming from the patient area. When the girls were done, they came to get me, and the hygienist commented: "You have the sweetest and smartest little girls." Wow . . .

Unfortunately Molly was about the have a breakdown when I got to her room, as the dentist had just finished telling her that she had a small cavity that would have to be filled. This filled her little mind with thoughts of shots, but the dentist assured this would not be necessary. I took her back in today to get her filling done, and despite her apprehension she was awesome. She got a little concerned at the sheer amount of different instruments going back and forth into her mouth, and shewas not at all pleased with the cotton gauze, but she was a trooper who sat perfectly still and let the dentist do his job. We were done in 15 minutes.

So, both the girls as always rose to the occasion. We celebrated with a trip to Go Bananas and dinner at Emilio's Brick Oven Pizza. Along the way, we picked up things to "Boo" our neighbors -- we got "booed" this morning when an unknown neighbor left a bag of Halloween goodies on our doorstep with a note admonishing us to keep the Boo on the run and pass it along to three other neighbors, so we took care of that when we got home. The Bean and Moo loved being sneaky and leaving the goodies for the girls up the street, the boys across the street, and the retired couple next door. The Bean, of course, had stripped down naked the minute we got home and wanted to know if she could go out with just her coat on when it came time to deliver the bags. I persevered in my argument that she could not go out essentially naked, but she made it clear she was just humoring me and was not really buying any of it.

I miss Dad and am very anxious for him to get back so he can handle these philosophical arguments.