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Shits and giggles at the dentist

This morning was D-morning for Isabel’s visit to the dentist and I was more than a little nervous, especially as I had to drag Mignon along.  She was almost more excited that Isabel.

Last night we had the whole conversation about how much fun the dentist is, the cool chair that goes up and down, the mirror in the mouth, the bright light so the dentist can see properly and open your mouth wide and so on and so forth.  We tried to keep it light and didn’t mention things like needles, numb mouths, root canals, pain etc.  You know, things that dentist are really about.

On recommendation of the lovely Liezel I pumped them full of Rescue Remedy and a little something for pain for Isabel just for incase before we went and everyone was in high spirits.

They sat quietly for 25 seconds on their chairs:

Then we did the obligatory trip to the toilet as we do whenever we leave the house.  I can tell you what the inside of most public toilets look like in the greater Cape Town area. And then some.

Then our big moment arrived and we were shown into the consultation room.  I was literally holding my breath, knowing my luck was going to run out at some stage.  They saw the chair and thought it was like a jungle gym.  Up, under, over, above, sliding down, but I drew the line when I saw them line up to start jumping.

We ended up putting Isabel on my lap and we tipped the chair back, the light went on and she opened her mouth like a trooper.  The dentist was friggin awesome.  She kept it light, she explained everything carefully, she showed the mirror before she used it, blew some of the air on Isabel’s arm before she did anything in her mouth and explained very nicely what was going to happen when she took a little X-ray.  She even sent Mignon out with her assistant to press the button, showed them the X-ray and printed out a copy to for Isabel to take to school.  With a sticker and some toothpaste.

And then.

She put the 2 of them on her chair and elevated it all the way so they could feel what it felt like, put a blankie over the 2 of them and made them pretend to sleep.  We were all laughing our asses off.  By far the most fun I’ve ever had at the dentist!

Bottom line: nothing wrong with Isabel’s tooth, so I was very very lucky today as there was no drilling and stuff, but at least now they know what it’s all about.

Next up: Daniel.  I think it’s Etienne’s turn..

If you want to contact the dentist, her name is Dr Kelly and she is available on (021) 919 5559. This is not a sponsored post 🙂

Ps:  We are a little worried about Mignon. As I drove past Teazers the other day, she points at the picture and pipes up: “Mom!  I want to be like that girl (daai dogtertjie) one day!”  I had to carefully explain that that was maybe not a career choice that would please Mommy and Daddy.  And then, on Saturday, Etienne is watching the rugby and she sees the Stormers’ girls and we hear “Mom!  Dad! I’m going to be one of those girls one day!”

The picture in question

Some people worry that their children are going to be serial killers one day, we worry that ours is going to be a stripper of sorts…

Pps: I made this Cinnamon Sugar Pull-Apart bread for dessert yesterday and it was to die for.  I only used about half of the sugar mixture, but it was yummy.  Easy as pie to make and just as decadent. I’m in love with that smell of yeast.

My own Cinnamon Sugar pull-apart bread, pardon the bad pic quality

Anarchy and a visit to the dentist

Mornings in our house are rapidly deteriorating into anarchy.

Every morning there’s a getting up/wardrobe/breakfast/teeth/hair crisis.  Sometimes some of the above, some mornings all of the above.  In varying degrees and sometimes multiplied by 3.

What infuriates me the most is the immobile stubborn silent treatment when you try and hurry them along without screaming.

What porridge would you like. Silence.

Please get your bowl and spoon. Silence.

You have to wear stockings if you are wearing a dress, it’s cold outside. Silence.

If you wear the shorts you still have to wear stockings, your legs will get cold. Silence.

You can wear the sleeveless top but only if you put on a sweater over it. Silence.

Please wear shoes. Silence.

Please come and brush your teeth. Silence.

Please stand still so I can brush your hair. Silence and turning of head.

Please take your bag to the car. Followed by complaints about who is taking them to school.

Instead of pulling out my hair I pretty much let Etienne deal with it.  Bad Mother.  I know.  Go ahead, judge me, I also judge me.  But then come over and feed, dress and brush teeth/hair for a single morning and we can talk again.  Capice?

Now before you start dispensing the advice I’m about to ask you for, yes, we have tried the “pick your outfit for tomorrow” routine which worked really well until the girls changed their minds about their outfits in the mornings.  I mean, they are girls after all.  It’s their prerogative. So now I have made it Megan’s problem.  Mean, I know.

What else can we do to make it easier in the mornings?

Ps: Isabel now has a hole in her tooth and so we will embark on our first trip to the dentist on Monday.  This is virgin territory for me, so ANY advice is welcome.  And no, I can’t take vodka with me as the appointment is at 07h45 in the morning.  On a Monday.  Shoot me.  Now.

Pps: Etienne is SO going to read this blog post and tell me it’s not so bad, I shouldn’t say things like this about our lovely children.  Let’s consider it payback for suggesting that the inability to choose an outfit could possibly lie with me. I mean, sometimes clothes just don’t look right and you have to change a couple of times.  RIGHT?