First Trip To The Dentist

I'm sure some of you are laughing just reading this. You KNOW my thoughts on the dentist. I think anyone who wants to do that for a living definitely has something wrong upstairs. Of course, if you're my dentist, I'm paying for you to have a nice vacation home and all the $4/gallon gasoline you could want, so it's all good.

Anyway, so the kid was creeping closer to three and I knew it was time. I started checking with friends to get recommendations for a pediatric dentist. I thought that might be best since Brendan was already saying he didn't want to go. In the meantime, I chipped a crown and the tooth it is set in (don't ask). I was already in there, so I asked my dentist which pediatric dentist he recommends. He told me the best in town is his ex-wife. The look on my face must've said it all. He told me that she is the best and he was really serious. So, I called her. I figured if he obviously couldn't get along with her personally but recommends her professionally, she must be good.

May 7th was the day. I got Brendan all psyched up with stories of how the dentist was going to make his teeth so clean and nice, blah blah. All the while the entire inside of my body felt like Jello with the thought of watching my kid in the torture chair. I was expecting tears and panic and generally disastrous results. However, he did great. He sat right in the chair and wanted me to take a picture so daddy could see what a big boy he was. He kept asking if he was done and she kept reassuring him that he was almost done. The dental floss totally freaked him out and he began to cry a little. Overall, he did really well for a 3 year old. The dentist even commented on how well he did for his first time. He got a plastic toy spider and a bracelet for his trouble.

I had promised Brendan that we would do something fun if he was a good boy at the dentist. After the dentist we went to Build A Bear and made a black Lab named (what else?) Stanley. We even got a Red Wings jersey and shorts for Stanley to wear. We go back to the dentist again in November for cleaning #2!

The Kid is 3!!

It seems hard to believe that Brendan is officially 3 years old. It's so fun watching him grow and seeing his personality develop. This was the most fun birthday yet because he finally "got" it. We just did the normal party at our house with friends and family. The highlight for him was when my aunt and uncle had balloons delivered to our house for him. The Spongebob cake was a big hit too. Afterwards we went out for Mexican food with Eric's family. Brendan got to wear a sombrero that probably weighed more than he did. Usually he won't have anything to do with a hat, but he loved that one.

He had his checkup yesterday at the pediatrician. He is 41 inches tall and 34 lbs. The doctor said he looks great and is doing very well.