Teeth!

If this past weekend had a theme, it would definitely be teeth. Between Robby adjusting to his new aligners and Timmy experiencing a loose tooth, it feels like every conversation revolved around teeth. Coupled with Scott's very real dental phobia, I'm a little worn on the topic!

Robby had a rough day on Friday because of his aligners. His teeth and gums were sore, and he was simply miserable. It turns out that he is not a kid to suffer in silence. When he is uncomfortable, he wants everybody and anybody around him to know it.

By Saturday morning he was adjusting to the aligners. Although he was uncomfortable, his gums and teeth were no longer sore. His complaining began to wane almost as soon as his little brother's started.

Timmy's front tooth is loose. Typically this would be an exciting time for a little kid. Of course, my little Hamlet is anything but typical. He absolutely freaked out about his loose tooth and spent the weekend crying and fretting about it falling out. 

Scott, Robby and I tried everything to calm his worries. We read books about teeth falling out, discussed the Tooth Fairy and watched videos about loose teeth. Nothing worked, and it seemed that our efforts only served to increase his anxiety.

By Sunday evening we were all frazzled. Timmy continued to whine and fret about his increasingly wiggly tooth. He resisted all of our efforts to help, and he refused to wiggle it out with his tongue. Instead, he opted to walk around the house all day with his mouth agape, complaining that he was uncomfortable and thirsty. (He refused to eat or drink because of his tooth, despite our assurances that the tooth would stay in place.)

Sigh. Until this tooth finally falls out, I worry that he will continue to obsess.