Dear Grace,
Today you went to the dentist. I hated that you had to go. I tried really hard not to show you how completely un-cool with dentists I am. I don't think you fell for it.
You have a mysterious place in your mouth that looks like a canker sore. You have had it for months and your doctor initially thought it was just a blister that you kept biting as you gnaw on everything. This week, she thought we should go ahead and get it checked out. So, we found a pediatric dentist and off we went.
Your dad and I took you into the lobby. They had games! They had toys! They had an awesome tree maze on the wall where you slid the little bugs around the tree trunk with your little hands.
Then they called us back.
You sat in my lap on a big cushion seat and laid your head back into the dentist's lap. She was very gentle and reassuring to you, but you screamed like she was pulling out all your teeth anyway.
She got out her dental book and showed us pictures. She sent you to the oral surgeon to make sure she was right. She didn't charge us for our visit and gave you a sticker.
I wanted to ask her if she saw 31-year-olds, but your dad thought that might not be a good idea.
The oral surgeon visit went better. Your dad took you back and held you. Apparently, you turn on the screaming drama for my benefit. Who knew?
The oral surgeon confirmed that you have a clogged salivatory gland. He and the army of your dad will be removing this gland in two weeks. It's supposed to be NOT A BIG DEAL.
They won't numb you or anything. Just snip and it's over.
Your dad doesn't want me to go. He says he can't handle us both.
I hate this is happening to you, but it could be so much worse. So, at least we are grateful for that.
Love forever,
Mama
4.29.2010
4.25.2010
4.20.2010
Bite Me
Today at daycare, some little punk kid bit my sweet precious baby.
According to the teacher, Grace was playing outside having a great time when this mean little kid in her class had the nerve to just come running up to her and bite her. ON THE HEAD!
Now she has a red set of teeth on the top of her forehead.
Okay, so I know. Kids will be kids. They bite. It happens. My kid will probably bite the other kids soon enough (especially since she's being shown how to do it!).
But, this is the first time in her young life that Grace has had to experience the just-plain-meanness of others. I'm claiming my right to be angry about it!
Luckily for that kid, he gets to remain in anonymity - identity only known by the teacher, his parents and my poor innocent baby.
According to the teacher, Grace was playing outside having a great time when this mean little kid in her class had the nerve to just come running up to her and bite her. ON THE HEAD!
Now she has a red set of teeth on the top of her forehead.
Okay, so I know. Kids will be kids. They bite. It happens. My kid will probably bite the other kids soon enough (especially since she's being shown how to do it!).
But, this is the first time in her young life that Grace has had to experience the just-plain-meanness of others. I'm claiming my right to be angry about it!
Luckily for that kid, he gets to remain in anonymity - identity only known by the teacher, his parents and my poor innocent baby.
4.19.2010
4.17.2010
4.06.2010
Dancing to the Blue Light
Today, for the first time in my life, I was pulled for speeding.
I was driving around a curve. I knew I was going a little fast. When I reached the end of the curve, I saw the policeman. He was sitting in a driveway, hidden by bushes. Sneaky, sneaky.
He blinked his lights at me and I instantly slowed.
I continued on my way (5 below the speed limit) and he followed at a pretty good distance behind me. "Safe." I thought.
About a mile down the road, the policeman turned on his lights and pulled me over. I honestly didn't know they did that. I thought if they caught you in a place where there was lots of room to pull over that they would go ahead and do so.
Anyway, I was trembling but not crying. I always wondered how I would act, what I would say, etc. It turns out that I will act like a complete dork. But not a crying dork.
Mr. Officer got my license and registration. He was rude and I was shaking. I told him that I had never been in this situation before, so I was nervous. I didn't want him to think that I was hiding something or acting suspicious for some criminal reason.
Him: "Not even a warning?"
Me: "No Sir" (check out the politeness)
Him: "Well, slow down then."
He let me go.
I did slow down. I set my cruise to make sure of it.
I was driving around a curve. I knew I was going a little fast. When I reached the end of the curve, I saw the policeman. He was sitting in a driveway, hidden by bushes. Sneaky, sneaky.
He blinked his lights at me and I instantly slowed.
I continued on my way (5 below the speed limit) and he followed at a pretty good distance behind me. "Safe." I thought.
About a mile down the road, the policeman turned on his lights and pulled me over. I honestly didn't know they did that. I thought if they caught you in a place where there was lots of room to pull over that they would go ahead and do so.
Anyway, I was trembling but not crying. I always wondered how I would act, what I would say, etc. It turns out that I will act like a complete dork. But not a crying dork.
Mr. Officer got my license and registration. He was rude and I was shaking. I told him that I had never been in this situation before, so I was nervous. I didn't want him to think that I was hiding something or acting suspicious for some criminal reason.
Him: "Not even a warning?"
Me: "No Sir" (check out the politeness)
Him: "Well, slow down then."
He let me go.
I did slow down. I set my cruise to make sure of it.
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