Little Man's dental appointment has been pushed back so many times it's embarrassing. The first time we tried to take him was over a year ago, and while filling out the medical form I naively added "by the way, he has a shunt" line to the medical issues part. Turns out with a shunt that they don't clean your teeth without prior approval from a doctor. Whoops. So his teeth were counted, looked fine, and I called it a dentist win. I rescheduled and canceled several times because every time the appointment came up again, I'd forgotten to talk to his neurosurgeon. After intense prodding from his social worker this summer, I re-re-re-scheduled the visit, only to forget again. Sensing a theme? But this time I got on the phone with neurology and got everything taken care of in less than an hour. Except it was 1 hour after his appointment time. Sigh.
So finally yesterday was the big day! We got to the dentist, and of course we had been mislabeled as a regular ole kid who can get his teeth cleaned by a nice little old lady. After a gentle reminder (and 30 minutes), we got a strapping young doctor and strong dental hygienist who could help me pin the kid down while his teeth were cleaned. I still got kicked in the kidney several times, as I was designated "hand-holder". On the bright side, he was given a thumbs up on the clean, straight teeth. Then I was warned that six-year molars are on their way. Yikes!
We raced back home to get Little Man off to kindergarten, which meant Vegas skipped lunch while Little Man ate a danish in the car. Mom points for that one, I know. I quickly realized that Vegas was not enjoying watching Little Man eat and not having lunch, but since Vegas is a little on the messy side, I was S.O.L. on what to feed him as we drove. A half-hour of wailing later, I caved and tossed an applesauce squeeze to him in a church parking lot. I figured, what the hell, he'll either be covered in applesauce or get a bite to eat. Surprisingly enough, he grasped the squeeze and sip solo concept pretty fast, ate the whole thing, and was dying for more. Two more parking lot pull overs later and he fell asleep as we pulled into Little Man's school. Of course.
When we got home from dropping off Little Man, Vegas ate a hard boiled egg, 1/4 cup of olives, a cheesestick, and half a mango before passing out again. That kid can eat!!
Today we are finally off to get the last few issues in my car looked at before I never shop at that dealership again. I've had so much trouble with them I could scream. And I have, several times. Wish us luck!