Day of PURE guilt.

Back in November (I think), I took the kids to the dentist.  They reccommended that we go to the orthodontist for Morgan and Grace because their teeth were looking a little scary.  (Darn genetics).  I made an appointment with one in January, and come to find out, Grace needed THREE teeth pulled.  THREE.

I remember back in my brace-face days how painful it was to have TWO teeth pulled, so I couldn't even imagine three.  We took the day off of school and drove to the dentist.  I insisted on laughing gas (they weren't even going to give it to her...sheesh!) and watched as they pulled three HUMONGOUS teeth out of my 6 year old's mouth.  She didn't cry once!!  I could tell that it was hurting her though, so I had to squat next to the dentist chair and squeeze her hand as they wrestled those teeth out of there.

How tragic!

After they were finished, they handed me her teeth, rolled up some gauze and stuck it in her mouth.  We then drove home and I let her rest with Dad and play my Kindle while I drove to the store buying about 35.00 worth of ice cream, popsicles, gogurt, and pudding.  What a day.

Grace was so stinking brave and I was so proud of her.  She is the funniest person....always taking things as they come, and not dwelling on it after the fact.  She is definitely a person to look up to in that regard.  Good job Grace.  No wonder the tooth fairy brought you 5.00 and a coloring set.  You deserved it.

Here are those awesome teeth.  Pretty tramatic, right?!  It makes me a little light-headed just looking at them.