Today we took Isaac for the dentist for the first time. This prepared Mommy has been reading an Elmo book about brushing teeth and we spent half the morning on YouTube watching clips of every cartoon character imaginable going to the dentist for the first time. We even found an 8 min video by a pediatric dentists office walking kids through it step by step.
Yet all my attempts at preparing Isaac only got him through the door (barely). It was Caraline for the win with a little help from Nana. The three of us were a team cheering Isaac on as he discovered the dentists office. At first Isaac wanted no parts of laying down in a chair and having his teeth counted. We made jokes and tickled him but Isaac was still uneasy. Cara volunteered to have her teeth counted to show Isaac that the mirror was a cool way to see inside her mouth. That plus the promise of a sticker was all we needed to get Isaac to open up.
Talk of a treasure chest helped Isaac warm up to the idea of having his teeth brushed but it was Nana's suggestion to have Isaac smell the strawberry toothpaste that got him smiling. Cara held the toothpaste, Isaac sat on my lap and somehow the dentist was able to work with such a crowded chair. The hygienist gave Isaac his own spin brush and let him take turns brushing his teeth himself and then having her take a try. Before you knew it we had one smiley happy kid.
Dr. B has been such a great supporter of our adoption process this entire time. He has adopted grandchildren of his own and he could not wait to meet Isaac. It was a delight to visit with him and get a good bill of health on top of it all!
I was so proud of my kids that I suggested we visit the newly opened Pop Shop in Medford. Daddy and Poppy met us there and we enjoyed a wonderful dinner. We thought we would top it off with ice cream (because what's better to ruin your teeth than ice cream). Cara was thrilled, Isaac was not so sure. He did not like the cold of the ice cream but he clearly liked the taste. After several attempts with the result just dripping right back out of his mouth we thought we should try the cone. Bill broke off the tip and tried to get Isaac to eat it. Isaac looked at Bill like he was crazy and kept trying to put the broken tip back on the cone. If he knew how I swear he would say "Dad! You broke my cone!" We put it in his mouth but he wanted no parts of it. So much for a special treat to celebrate. I hope he appreciates the effort when we are at yet another doctors appointment tomorrow...
Trying to fix the cone.
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