G had her annual appointment with the dentist, who just happens to be one of my closest friends here in Ottawa. Dr. Jill, as we call her around the house, has a very groovy downtown office, that operates simultaneously as a gallery for emerging artists. Of course, I insist that our children must attend the very funkiest dentist, in my ongoing attempt to shield them from the blandness that is Ottawa. (Oops, did I say that out loud?)
In preparation for this appointment, I read Gabrielle a book about going to the dentist, part of the Blues Clues series for those out there looking for good reference material. We read that bloody book every day, twice a day, for a few weeks leading up to her appointment. I was bound and determined that G was going to have her teeth checked at this appointment, avoiding last year's scene where she refused to open her mouth and left in tears and I left with a bill for $50.
Anyways, G was awesome, surpassing our expectations by opening her mouth and letting Dr. Jill's instruments actually come in contact with her teeth. She even alllowed her teeth to get cleaned! G came home with a sugarless lolly, a new non-Dora toothbrush, and a pink rubber glove that we blew up at home. Success is sweet.
Dr. Jill's comment on seeing Isaac's teeth recently: "You'd better get him into orthodontics. Like in a year or two."
As if we didn't know. Sigh... All future birthday gifts, please make cheques out directly to Dr. Jill Taylor.
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If it helps we got a new OT for T and he said a lot of his eating problems were due to his pronounced overbite.
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