Ice Cream and Matching PJs with Maren
I had to take Carson to the dentist this morning. He chipped his front tooth like a year ago, but nothing came of it so we left it alone. He got hit in the face with a swing while we were in Amarillo and by Monday it was starting to grey. My first thought was that it was dying and it was going to have to be pulled or just fall out. I was worried. I called the dentist and they fit me in this morning. I tried to prepare Carson for what I was sure would be a dramatic and scream filled experience. We talked about the dentist, that he was going to look in his mouth, touch his teeth and then use a noisy toothbrush to clean his teeth. He seemed excited about it, but when it came time for the hygienist to check him out he flipped. He did let her count his teeth, but that was about it. Then we had to see the actual dentist who was kind and I am sure he is great with most kids, but Carson was a mess. It took three of us to keep him still enough to let the dentist do what he needed to do. Then we did an xray of the root, also horrible. But I am glad we went because the dentist seems to think that it’s nothing more than a bruised tooth and it will probably get better on its own. The root looked fine, which really put me at ease. I would have been a mess leaving on our trip not knowing what was going on.
I’d planned to leave for Round Rock this morning, but the last minute dentist visit meant we left after Betsy’s nap. Betsy cried a lot on the drive, which drove me a little nuts, but we got to my parents in one piece.
We spent the rest of the day hanging out with Lisa and Maren. Grandpa and Patti came by later in the afternoon and we all had dinner.
