I finally got Sophie to the dentist today. The news is not good. She has cavities. And cavities on top of those cavities. And other cavities having a kegger on top of those cavities. I was pretty sure the dentist was going to either give me a wedgie or call the authorities. But he didn't. I was a bit shocked at the diagnosis, even knowing about the gagillion bottles I let her have in bed, as I don't have a single filling in my mouth--never had a cavity. We had fluoride in the water, I guess. Her father's genes must be to blame.
Soph was pretty good. The x-rays were tricky, but they managed to get a picture of at least one side of her mouth. The side with an ass load of cavities. The dentist was, actually, a total champ with Soph, showing her all the stuff, letting her hold a mirror to watch, talking to her the whole time in her language, and keeping her calm. So--now we take her back to start the fillings. If all goes well, they'll just work on her teeth there. If not, we drive to St. George (the big city) where they'll knock her out and take care of them all in one fail swoop. What is a fail swoop? Mysterious. Soph was very impressed with the TV on the ceiling, the Disney princess flosser, and the new Incredibles toothbrush. But then again, she's pretty easy to impress.
Currently, Sophie and her pal Emily (a school friend. Who I LOVE because she is the oldest of 3 and is sweet and capable and actually said to me, "I love to share") are watching Strawberry Shortcake Berry Merry Christmas. Next on the agenda is a cherry picking excursion at the neighbor's house, which will be followed by fingernail painting.
Just another day. But all in all, a pretty good one--other than the cavities of course.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Girly stuff--fingernail painting, summer dresses
Today's worst thing about being a mom: