Bug had her first dentist appointment yesterday afternoon.  I tried to play it up as a great adventure. I had talked to her about the appointment many times before and tried to explain what would happen.  Since she missed her snack at daycare, I had cheese and “kackars” at the ready to fill her tummy.   I didn’t know much about the dentist and had never been to his office, so I was hoping for the best.

Through the check in process and waiting for the appointment, things went well.  Bug was charming and playful.  I prayed that she would stay in a good mood and not turn into the Terrible Two Tyrant she can become in an instant.   She was quite inquisitive in the exam room, which the technician said was a good thing.  She managed to break a pair of sunglasses that we had been trying on, then she was spinning in a chair that  she climbed on in record time, played with a garbage can, yanked on some equipment, kept closing doors and drawers.  All the while the tech is talking to me and asking questions - my overly exhausted brain was having a hard time keeping on top of Bug’s antics and talking to the tech at the same time.   Finally we got down to business.  Bug was not happy.  The tech brushed and counted her teeth which led to a crying fit and when handed the toothbrush to take home, Bug angrily threw it down.   With raised eyebrows, the tech retrieved it.   Luckily the first appointment isn’t much.  Next the doctor, a big teddy bear of a guy, came in and looked in Bug’s mouth and then the tech applied the flouride varnish (or something like that), which led to a spitting episode from Bug along with more crying.  Then we  were done.   So far her teeth look good, the crooked front teeth and overbite are probably from the bottle and the binkie and once stopped, the teeth should be okay and relatively straight.  No discoloration or spots - she’s doing a good job of brushing.   Thank Heavens for that.  I can’t imagine trying to do fillings on her.   So we made an apponitment for Bug and Littlest in six months for another wrestling match.  Daddy is going that time.  I’ve been the bad guy way too many times in the last few days.   On a positive note, Bug did get to take two prizes from the bin.  One was a tiny teacup that she “sipped” from and then would say “ahhhh” all the way to the car.  


Waiting for the appointment to begin - she had to make sure everything was neatly arranged in the waiting room before we went in.

****I would like to thank Daddy for teaching Bug to spit (by observing him spit when he chews tobacco - ugh!), I really appreciated that one at the dentist office. 

We’ve managed to sidetrack Bug on her Aristocat’s movie ( or Cats! as she calls it) obsession, so we haven’t watched it in a while.   I went to the new Goodwill north of town yesterday after Bug’s dentist appointment and found a Cat’s! fleece top.  It’s a bit big being a 2T/3T size, but it was Cats!   I showed it to Bug and she got all excited.  So for $2.99 I made my little girl happy for a minute.  Although I probably reminded her about the movie, so I expect more requests again. 

Littlest is feeling a bit better, more like herself again.  She still has a cough and has that sick look to her eyes.   The doctor yesterday said she has an right upper lobe pneumonia and I asked him about aspiration pneumonia.  That is a possibility considering the location of her pneumonia, but he’s not sure of the cause.  So another ten day course of antibiotics - I hate ten day courses, it’s hard to get three doses in a day consistently for ten days!  Grrr!  Plus Littlest hates getting medicine that much or any for that matter.  She is on the mend though and is smiling and wanting to play some.

Watching some mindless TV, probably some silly news show (ha)

Sure glad this is a comfy couch, but I think it’s trying to eat me.

 
I think the dogs are constantly sick, they are constantly vegging on the couch watching mindless TV.