Before we moved Josh and I saw his Aunt for dental cleanings. So when Tommy finally had teeth, he just came with us to the dentist and Aunt Lisa smiled at him and he opened his mouth to have his teeth counted and we called that a visit.
But then (a year ago) we moved here and didn't want to drive to Salt Lake for a dentist, so we have been "going to get a new dentist" for 13 months.
Finally I made an appointment for both boys and worried about how well they'd do all week before we went.
But as it turns out, pediatric dentists are awesome. And Tommy is brave. And John likes enormous stuffed animals.
It all went surprisingly well. But you know that feeling when you leave the dentist like you're going to throw up? Now Tommy knows it too.
That's why if you drove past our dentist's office on Monday morning around 10, you saw me crouched down (no coat, yes flip flops, yes 12 degrees outside) by Tommy clearing a space in the snow on the grass outside with my bare hands . Because he really didn't want to barf on the snow.