First dentist visit

Yesterday. He was great.

First of all, I have to mention how much my dentist's office loves my boy. They do. I had braces when I was pregnant so I was in for cleanings every three months and they saw me get huger and huger. The hygienist was due two weeks before me and our kids are eleven days apart. I scheduled my cleaning to be her first day back after maternity leave. We sent the office a birth announcement. Then the braces came off and I needed a fair amount of post-braces work when the boy was tiny, so they saw him a lot. Now that he's bigger, he can't really go along and sit on my lap when I have a cleaning. (Yes, he did, really.) So they were all excited to see him.

He sat in the chair. He would not open his mouth. He did brush his teeth with the free toothbrush. I think everyone in the office came by to coo over him. They made me take pictures.

The dentist showed off his leet ninja dentist skills by saying to me, "Well, he's got eight teeth upper and eight lower, and everything that I can see looks like it's well-aligned and coming in okay, including the molars. It looks like he's got space for those last four. The teeth themselves look good." Since this was all ascertained by peeking at A's teeth between baby talk and toothbrushing, this is good.

So the teeth are good and we'll go back in six months and maybe he'll open his mouth that time. Maybe.

I know, I know.

It's been a busy life. Sorry.

The grandparents came to town and much fun was had by all. We went all over town: the Maritime Museum, Point Loma, Sea World. A got sick and threw up spectacularly over all of us, with Grandma jumping in like the saint she is to catch vomit with her hands. But he's recovered and we're looking forward to seeing the grandparents again in June.

Milestones: Last Monday, A floated on his back on his own for the first time. This is a huge thing. He didn't do it for very long before he kicked his way out of it, but he's at least started to get the concept of buoyancy. He's moving up to the toddler swim class next session, sniff.

This last week, A discovered his shadow. We were at the fountain in Balboa Park near the Fleet, and he was running around the fountain in lovely circles. He stopped at the edge and I didn't know what he was looking at until I saw him swinging his arms and watching his shadow. He's watching his shadow all the time now.

It's been hot here, like July hot. We went to the rose garden in Balboa Park yesterday but it was so hot we took A in.

Sigh.

I went to the plumeria society cutting sale this weekend, which went great and I had a great time and won more cuttings than seems possible and was given even more, blah blah blah, but one of the people there who I really liked died a couple days ago. Nobody in the society heard about it until her obituary ran today.

She was 53. She'd had breast cancer in 2001 and recovered, but the cancer came back and got her liver before she got diagnosed.

Two months ago, she was joking with me at a plumeria society meeting. She was a very cool lady, sweet and sassy and funny, and I will miss her.

Happy day!

A made it through the night without waking or needing to be snuggled and comforted due to0 immense ear pain, so we're all much, much happier here. I'm not sure he's 100% better, but he's definitely through the worst of it.

Whew.

Boy is sick

We've been having a bad couple days here. A is sick and in pain, enough pain that he's on the occasional crying jag where nothing helps and all he wants to do is cry.

So I took him to the doctor this morning (the choices: 8:10 last night or 8:45 this morning--considering their track record with late night appointments, I decided the morning was better).

No ear infection, nothing wrong with heart or lungs, he's just got a head cold that's giving him ear and sinus pain. Now, you and I can take Sudafed, but the boy has to wing it with saline. Sigh.

He's crying again. We are all apparently Argentina here.