A week of firsts

Just catching up after a busy week. So what happened?

Blake had a "real" dentist appointment for a not so fun reason. I noticed that one of his front teeth is turning gray. He knocked it on our coffee table about two months ago, so I decided trauma + funny color = dentist visit. He was a trooper and when the hygienist came out to announce his appointment, he walked off with her and left me to clean up the toys in the waiting room. What the...?

The courage was fleeting though. When he saw the big chair we balanced on the precipice of a full-out crying fit. But, the situation was rescued when I sat in the chair first and plopped him on my lap. He got to show off his tooth to our singing dentist (he's in a choir), and then sat very, very still for his x-ray. Luckily, no major damage to the root. The tooth's blood supply is compromised...hence the lovely gray color. But the adult tooth will be fine. The reward for an excellent appointment? Tim Horton's. Irony or bad judgement. Your call.

Faith also had tooth issues this week. Tuesday night, she informed us her molar was loose. Wednesday morning she ate a bagel and her tooth came out! Shocked was not the word. Her normal course of action is 4 to 6 months of a loose tooth, during which time she normally gets money from her great-grandpa for the trouble she's enduring trying to lose the tooth. It all ends in tears and blood, and for three teeth, a trip to the dentist to get them pulled. The molar was a welcome change.

Last night, George attended a black-tie event for the first time in 13 years. The last time he had on a tux, we were with a ballroom full of accounting grads. Good times. Last night, he went to a business event to mix and mingle. The biggest accomplishment of the night, however, was getting his bow tie tied. It took the two of two hours to learn how to get the bow done correctly the night before. I believe there was swearing involved. Not sure if it was worth it, but he dd look spiffy.

And, tonight, a small miracle occurred. Blake asked George to put him to bed. First time, ever. Normally, it's Mommy or no one if I'm in the house. This was actually the second time in a week George got bedtime duties while I was at home, but the first time was necessity as I wasn't feeling well and was actually laying in bed. Tonight was voluntary! Woohoo!

Now, off for more Christmas martinis and fresh-baked caramel corn to celebrate a week well done.