Dentist

 

 

Copper Jo had her first dentist visit last Wednesday. If you can't tell by this photo taken after the visit, it didn't go so well. We talk about Dr. Vean all the time when we brush. About how proud he'll be of Copper's clean teeth. The dentist is always something that we speak fondly of. The fact that he is Copper's friend Evelyn's grandpa makes it even better. But when Wednesday morning rolled around, she was not excited at all about going. She busted out her "I don't like _______" (fill in the blank) about Dr. Vean. I kept it light and fun. When we got to the office I filled out her paperwork while she looked at a magazine. Dr. Vean came out to say Hi to us while we waited. After the paperwork we went into the exam area where another kiddo (about 8 years old or so) was having her teeth cleaned. Copper sat on my lap avoiding eye contact or showing that she has any communication skills whatsoever while Dr. Vean and I talked and then it was time for the exam. I sat on the exam chair with her while she not so willingly lied down. I held her hands while Dr. Vean tried to pry open her mouth during the screaming. He eventually finished the exam and Copper was able to cling to my neck once again. Her teeth were great! He said we're in the top 5% for cleanliness! There was a little bit of yellowing on the outside of her bottom back teeth so we have to step up our game on brushing those guys, but otherwise all looked good. Her top four teeth fall behind her bottom teeth when she bites down, but that may correct itself when her adult teeth come in. It's not a jaw problem which is good. She got to pick out a bug from the toy chest and one for Evelyn and Finlee who we were seeing later that day. Hopefully she gets her shit together for the next visit.

aka Hawk

Copper has this thing about Hawk's name. It started shortly after he died. She always says "See ya later, Hawk." whenever we drive away from his grave. Then one day she said "See ya later, Hawka." She told me that his name isn't Hawk, it's Hawka. A few weeks later it morphed into Hawkee. Now it's Hawkbert. As we drive away, a little voice in the backseat says, "See ya later, Hawkbert."

Now I Know Almost All of My ABCs

That damn LMNO part still trips her up, but she's doing pretty good. When she isn't belching her "U" it's quite clear.

Now I Know My ABCs...Well, sort of

Quote of the Day

My kid has an interesting poop schedule. She's good for a week and then doesn't poop for a couple days. Then it's always a battle of "You got to get your poopy out." vs "No. I keep it in!" This weekend was no exception. After 2 days of "keeping it in" the urge finally won and she sat on her toilet and took a crap. This is when the quote of the day happened.

Me: "Good job Copper Jo! You got your poopy out! You're a rockstar!"
Copper: "I not a rockstar! I a poop machine!"