Big Boys at the Dentist

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Since the boys are almost 3, we figured it was time to get back to the dentist.  We took them once when they were about 15 months old, just to make sure everything was coming in right and to expose them early to someone poking around in their mouths.  But this trip was gonna be the real deal.  At three they need their first cleaning!

Personally, I HATE the dentist. Its not that it ever hurts, but that sound- that God awful sound they make when scraping at your teeth with their little metal poker stick thingy.  I swear I can hear it reverberating deep in my brain and it makes me want to jump out of my skin.  So I have to admit I was a bit nervous.  And aside from my own fear of the dentist scraping my brains out with a metal toothpick, I just couldn't imagine for the life of me how we were supposed to get two almost three year olds to lay still long enough for someone to actually clean their teeth.  And not just any two almost three year olds...  OUR two almost three year olds.  You all know just how well ours can sit still!!

But I've learned to never underestimate our two tiny tots.  When they were called back, they marched right up into that chair, laid back, opened up, and didn't move a squirm until the whole thing was over.  Jon and I just stood there with our chins on the floor.  The entire time.  We were flabbergasted.  It was hard to believe those handsome young men laying there in those chairs were ours.  They were so...  so grown up!  Heck, I'm 30 years old and I can't even lay in that chair without squirming!!!

Before we knew it, the appointment was over.  The dentist praised the boys for their super clean teeth and for being the most cooperative patients of the day!  But I have to admit, the whole thing was a tad on the traumatic side for me.  I think I'd rather have someone scrape my brains out if it meant my little boys didn't have to grow up so fast.

Caleb

Matthew