How was the trip to the dentist, you might ask? Idon'twannatalkaboutit. OK, so when do I ever not want to talk about something? It was horrible. We drove 45 minutes to get to the dentist. B.B. refused to go in the exam room without me. The exam room isn't equipped for parent's to stay & observe. Bitsy couldn't be down, so I had to hold her. Have I mentioned that the lining of my right shoulder is inflamed so my arm hurts from my wrist to my neck? Not fun when packing a wiggling ball of baby girl. I had to stand in a 2 square foot space in the exam room. B.B. flat refused to let anyone near his mouth or to lay back on the exam table. After 30 minutes of bribery & cajoling & threats & everything we could think of, we left with no exam what so ever. I was not happy.
But, we're home. I would give my right arm for a DQ Heath Blizzard with extra candy. That arm hurts anyway, so why not trade it in for something that I really want?
B.B. & Bitsy are watching Boz. Bitsy is dancing & actually watching the TV. Maybe we've found the show she'll watch...HT would be happy. He's a tad obsessed with Boz. He would be very excited to know that B.B. has met Boz. At least that's what B.B. just told me. "Mommy, did you know I saw Boz in real life? I did. He lives in a tree in our creek. Daddy took me to his house another day." HT would be pea green with envy if he knew Boz lived in our creek. I can't believe I've never noticed the giant green bear hanging out by the pasture.
Speaking of bears, on the way to the dentist this morning, there was a large, black, shaggy dog walking down the side of the road. B.B. saw it & got very excited. "Look, Mommy! Look!! It's a baby bear!!" I said it looks like one, but it's really just a big dog. "No, Mom. 'Cause it has a black tail & a black tail means BEAR!" That's news to me. He's still convinced it was a bear.