Sully had his first dentist appointment today. Brady also had an appointment and I dragged Colin along because Mark was working late.
We are never seen on time. Ever. Thirty minutes in a tiny dentist office waiting room with three loud boys is almost intolerable. They were amused for a short time by the fish tank, the two fish that looked like Nemo and the “weird” fish that did not look like Nemo. I felt a little sorry for the man sitting directly next to the fish tank, but he seemed to be a good sport about it. People came and people left, and still our name was not called. I was five minutes from walking out of the place; I even had my nasty speech all ready. I’m normally not a nasty person (except for maybe in my head), but when you stick me in a tiny dentist office waiting room for thirty minutes with three loud boys, I get a little cranky.
They called us back with a few minutes to spare before my dramatic exit. As we were walking back, Sully decided to make his obligatory trip to the bathroom. I was forced to, once again, squat in a tiny bathroom and remove all of his clothing from the waist down, whilst balancing a 23+ lb. baby. My right bicep is ripped.
The hygienist informed me that the kids would be seen by two different people at the same time. In other words, one boy would have to be in a room by himself. This was a dilemma. Brady, being the eldest, would be the logical choice to stay alone. He’s also the most likely to completely dismantle all the dentists’ tools or suddenly bolt out of the chair screaming, “I hate this place, I’m out of here!” Because it was Sully’s first trip, I took my chances and let Brady stay in the room alone.
As Sully was getting his teeth cleaned, I suddenly realized that the hygienist would probably ask Brady about his two missing teeth. The most recent tooth fell out during an unfortunate accident, but if you ask Brady, he’ll say “My mom knocked my tooth out.” For the record, I didn’t knock his tooth out and it was already loose anyway! I held my breath and listened for laughter from the room next door and/or sirens. I didn’t hear either so I think I’m okay.
The boys did great getting their teeth cleaned. The hygienist told me I need to do a better job brushing Sully’s teeth. I nodded my head and agreed (and we really will give a concerted effort,) but I was thinking that as crazy as our house is, the fact that his teeth get brushed daily is a victory.