Motivation

I took both kids to the dentist last Tuesday. Well, Macy has two permanent molars coming in over her baby molars, only they are coming in sideways, crooked, and any way but straight. So, Dr. McIntosh tells me, in front of Ms. Panic Attack When It Comes to Anything Medical, that those teeth HAVE to come out and soon (only one of them is loose). So, we schedule a day for her to return to have them pulled. All this time, Masen is absorbing this info and storing it somewhere in her mind. We get home and she is really upset and has a “Foris Fit”, which basically means she got pissed off and took a large stick and beat the heck out of a tree, followed by a crying spell. Chris gets home and we talk to her and she seems to be calmer about the situation. I mean after all, having a tooth pulled is NOTHING compared to her week in Children’s. So, off she goes. Later we are sitting at the dining table and she comes out of the bathroom holding a tooth in one hand and tissue on her bleeding gums in another. She looks at her Daddy and me and says “Half way there”.

OH MY WORD. The child is pulling her teeth out of her head. She told Chris, “They come out a lot easier if you twist them.” She just kept saying SHE IS NOT GETTING MY TEETH. We told her BUT SHE WILL GIVE THEM BACK.

Twenty four hours later…she pulled the other one.

Heaven help me.