So, it’s been awhile since this happened, but I had to go ahead and write about it.
Little Blair has had all of her teeth forever. In fact, I sort of feel like they all ‘sprouted’ the same week. There was none of the “oh, I think she’s crabby because she’s getting teeth” like we had with Paige. Blair would get 2-3 teeth at a time and the next week start all over again. In fact, I enjoy saying that Blair actually has ONE MORE tooth than Paige – which is technically true.
So, based on all of the parenting items I constantly read to make myself a nervous wreck, I knew it was time to take her to the dentist. I made us joint appointments so I could cross mine off my to-do list (in true SAHM fashion, it had been about a year and a half since I was last at the dentist).
I was a little worried. Remember, this is Blair we’re talking about here. She’s just as spicy as Paige. But MUCH less of a rule follower. With Paige, I could simply tell her that “it’s Mommy’s turn to brush your teeth, now.” And that was that. Mommy brushed her teeth. With Blair, I tell her that and she looks at me out of the corner of her eye, locks her jaw as tight as she can, and proceeds to shake her head so fast I’m a bit worried it might fall off. “No, no,” she says, “Mommy, NO BUS TEEF!!”
And, I’m not gonna lie. Lots of times, it’s not worth the fight. So, no. Okay. Mommy no bus teef.
Hence my concern.
Blair had her “appointment” first. Let’s use that term SUPER loosely. Paige was at school, so it was just the two of us. Blair proceeded to tear through the waiting room toys while I filled out her paperwork, then informed me loudly that “I poo, Mama!” (Which was true. I know, I know. Potty train her already. Blah, blah, blah. No! She’s still a baby, okay?!?!?!!)
Eventually they call us for our appointments, and we head back. Blair’s is first, and I try to sit her in the big chair alone. Nope. Not gonna happen. We sit in the seat together, and Blair locks the jaw. Sorry. Not looking in this mouth, sister. Not even long enough to count her teeth. Nada. Nothin’. Just a quick
smirk smile at the dental hygienist, and it was time for my appointment. Which looked like this:
However, don’t call her a fool, folks. She made sure to turn on the charm just long enough to get the little goodie bag and a balloon at the end of the appointment. Or, “BOON!!!!” as she kept shouting.
Seriously, people. You think you’re immune to these brown eyes and juicy lips?
You don’t even know.