Going to the dentist

Did you know that they would like children to have their first dental appointment at one year? Good thing we were only 12 months late! We took Scrumpy to his first dental appointment on Friday. Considering that he HATES opening his mouth for the pediatrician, we had a feeling that this was going to be a challenge. Thank goodness it was planned while Patrick was still on paternity leave!!!



The Calm Before the Storm

I do wonder why they make little ones come in. The actual appointment was maybe 15 minutes long. They attempted to take a photo of his face and then they check "counted" his teeth. He wasn't too fond of that. I forgot why Becca used to call him a "monkey" until we tried to lay him down so she could look at his mouth. He wrapped his arms and legs around me like a vice!!! For the most part, once he realized this was a no win situation for him, he let her examine his mouth. He was still unhappy, but allowed it.


Expressing his Discontent

Thank goodness his teeth were in really good shape! We were applauded for elminating the bottle early (even though it was more Scrumpy choosing to give up the bottle vs. us forcing the issue) and for no pacifiers (once again a Scrumpy choice). He has no weakening of the enamel so they gave us a sticker and told us to see them next year.

As a treat for being such a good boy, Daddy wanted to take him to MacDonald's. There was this huge play apparatus that was even too complicated for him to maneuver until Daddy participated. At least we know the play apparatus is structurally sound. Daddy made lots of little friends in the play thing, fielding an on site tag game and introducing Scrumpy to the cougars that abounded.


At the Top of the Playground- Thank Goodness he's not Claustrophobic


Hello Down There!

I was on Possum patrol...and let's be honest, what were the odds I was climbing in there??