The Dentist

There is really nothing of significance in this post, simply a description of a mom taking her three kids to the dentist...
Emily and Dallin had appointments today to go to the dentist. I schedule their cleanings at the same time with two different hygienists to help ease the pain. So we go, all is well. They find two more loose teeth in Emily's mouth and calcium deposits and road maps of some fossification of blah blah blah on her permanent molars--boils down to, we're off to the pharmacy for some gel junk so she doesn't get cavities. I have no idea.

Dallin on the other hand was scared out of his mind. (I kept going back and forth between their rooms) This was his 3rd trip to the dentist by the way. He was clutching the chair and squished up his face so tight when she brought out the water and air things that I almost died laughing, but then realized I should probably feel bad for the kid. But instead I was handing Kylie plastic spit cups over and over so she wouldn't start screaming plus she was drooling all over the place--sick. So, he gets cleaned and he jumps out of the chair the second she steps away and dreads getting back in for the dentist to peek in there. Why do they bother anyway???

So, they get their stickers and toothbrushes and floss and toothpaste and the dentist is going on and on about this gel stuff and the chalkiness and defosification (whatever) of Emily's teeth. Meanwhile, Kylie (being Kylie) keeps rocking crazy hard in her stroller. I being the ever sly casual mom gently try to position my leg behind my daughters head (she's in an umbrella stroller) with the intent to stop the rocking. Well, I stopped the rocking, but she nailed my knee cap. Oh boy, does she let loose with the screaming, so I finally agree to the decalcination (seriously I have no idea what they were telling me) and try to get out of the door as soon as possible.

We finally make it out of the door and Dallin trips over the curb. His screams are much much much louder than Kylie's (so at least she was now occupied listening to him) and even another lady comes and tries to help. He scraped up his knees and his arm is bleeding and little rocks are all over his hands. yay.

So, I get them all in the car, shut the door and start to drive when all of a sudden a light bulb goes off in that little guy's head and he starts to scream again. "MY BONES ARE BROKEN!!" What is talking about now???? "MOMMY, MY BONES ARE BROKEN! BLOOD COMES FROM BONES! AGHHHHH!" Wow, what a fun afternoon. Hope yours was better!