


I just finished taking Noah and Brenna to the dentist to have their chipped teeth (one each)pulled. It seemed quite painless to me as Noah waltzed right off, seemingly without a care in the world and I went with Brenna who quickly jumped into the hot seat and immediately began inspecting the light above and the utensils around the chair. However, as we were waiting one of the dental hygenists came in and told me Noah was very nervous. Now, I don't know about you, but the "very" word catapulted my stomach into my throat and I realized I needed to be with my other child and not the bright, inquisitive child who had no gut instinct as to what was about to happen to her. I got up to go to the room next door and the hygenist told me not too. Darn it!! So, then the dentist came in and kicked me out and left me to wander the waiting room as I looked for xray vision to see through the walls to my Noah, where I didn't know what was occurring in his mind or his mouth. An eternity to me of waiting culminated in Brenna sneaking up behind me and garbling her words. I turned around to see a gauze pad tumbling out of her mouth. Brenna took a few minutes to communicate with me that she wanted to see Noah. I replied that we couldn't and we had to wait for him. And as the hygenist spoke to me about my wonderful darling and how well she did, Brenna snuck off into the room where Noah was! I couldn't believe Brenna had the courage to do what I had been wanting to do! By the time I got to him Noah, too, wore his guaze pad of courage bravely and confidently. The dentist told me he had done a fabulous job. Anyway, here are a few pictures of the last hour.