Saturday, March 12, 2011

Kind of like pulling teeth...

The teeth have been falling out of the Mosby boys' this week.

When Carter was about 2 years old he was brushing his teeth and admiring himself in the mirror and cracked his front tooth on the faucet, leaving him with a dark tooth. Fast forward through the next five years and it has changed a few different colors, loosened and then tightened back up and an infection of the gum. A couple times I thought he was actually going to lose it, but no such luck. We tried to entice him to wiggle it by telling him about the tooth fairy bringing $, he wasn't buying it. Finally 3 weeks ago the dentist told him that he has 2 1/2 weeks to wiggle it  out or it was going to get pulled. Mind you he will be 8 years old in a couple of weeks and still had not lost a tooth. We even bribed him with a DS Game.
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Well 2 1/2 weeks came and a tooth fell out. Not the tooth we wanted out but a tooth none the less.
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My first son Sam went to the Orthodontist last week and got the "orders" to pull 8 teeth. We made the appointment to have 4 done on Friday and then 4 more next Wednesday.
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Carter agreed to get his pulled first. The tooth was a little more stubborn than we originally thought. Imagine that.
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Carter is getting a little "sleepy juice" for the gum.
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Can you just hear his nervous little laugh?
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Sam was pretty stoic, did not seem at all nervous (I was, not wanting to pass out on my son). The first shot came, then the second and when the third went in on the palate he squeezed  my hand HARD!

When we headed home he was feeling kind of queasy and when we got home he curled up on the sofa. Ozzy was offering him comfort.
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Then his buddies called....

You know when you bring a your dog  home from the vet. He has been injured, cannot walk up/down the stairs so you carry him outside to go to the bathroom. You feel so bad for him because he is hurting. Then he  gets the scent of a dog in heat and he takes off like a bat out of hell, running like nothing is at all wrong with him. And you wonder...WHAT THE HECK?

That was Sam. His friends called and he was gone, going outside to jump his bike.

Well he was to have 4 more pulled on Wednesday but went to a friends house today and lost another one eating a Skittle. Let see just how much sympathy he gets from me next week.  HUMPH!

5 comments:

  1. Really enjoyed your post, Krista...first it made me smile, then the sympathy set in for what they were going through, along with a little concern for how Sam felt afterwards, but in the end you had me laughing.

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  2. Love the pictures!!

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  3. Loved it!..never a dull moment with you :)

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  4. AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! Could hardly look at the pictures at all - eeeek. What a good Ozzy though! There's a picture I'm digging up for you....

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