Today was Jo's first dentist appointment.
He was amazing! He sat in his little chair for an hour while they hacked away at my teeth.
And when it was his turn, he didn't move. He was the perfect patient. I'm so proud to be his Mom. He is so obedient and accepting of all things. He is my super boy for sure.
But as for me....
I'm not so awesome. I had 5 cavities...yes I said 5.
Josiah had 3. Please don't judge me. I feel horrible!
I thought I was doing right by him. Brusing his teeth for a long time, not letting him eats lots of sugar. You know...what I was told to do.
They said it's not my fault, that he has weak enamel. But that's not how I'm feeling.
I think he is cursed with my horrible genetic coding. Bad freaking teeth!
I have always had cavities. And now that I'm an adult, I do everything they tell me to. I floss, I brush twice (for a long amount of time), I rinse with a anti-cavity rinse. I do it all. And I still get 5 cavities.
And what does my hubby do? He brushes his teeth for maybe 15 seconds...and he's good. He never gets cavities!
Oh my. This is just one of those moments when I feel like I'm failing my kids. It's the worst. Now I have to worry about Jo getting those 3 cavities filled. And getting a flipping shot in his perfect tiny smile.
Not. A. Good. Day.
But at least this picture always makes me feel better
Our first of 3 attempts at potty training Jo.
This may not have worked. But it sure was cute!