It snowed all day today for a total of about six inches. We couldn't let all that beautiful snow go to waste so we headed to the park across the street to do a little sledding. Little was a good description as we went down the hill about three times before Sam was having a hissy fit although the problem wasn't clear. Maybe it was because he wouldn't keep either pair of mittens on his hands and he wanted to throw snowballs. All my neighbors with kids were there too and I got the helpful mitten hint to get some that go up to his elbows and put them on before the coat. Oh wise mother of three.
Prior to our sledding adventures Sam had his first dentist appointment. Amazing place...I've never seen a dentists office with a spoke model of dental chairs. It was a big room with about 8 chairs, all in a wheel configuration, each with it's own little parent bench at the hub. And not a child was crying until the dentist demonstrated toothbrushing technique to Sam. "Make sure you brush his teeth at least twice a day!" Yeah, he loves that. We'll floss while we're at it. He'll be sure to take out some huge chunks of my fingers if I try that. They also have a room with 4 sinks for the kids to practice brushing their teeth while the dental hygienists observe and correct. Not that Sam was open to even showing his technique or lack there of. He's getting a bit better now; he no longer chews the toothpaste off and declares "all done!" He sometimes actually brushes although his preferred method is to hold the brush still while moving his head.
Sam assisted in the decorating of the Christmas tree this evening by removing ornaments faster than we could put them up. Only one broken ornament so far so that isn't too bad. We've primary got unbreakable ones on the tree right now as strict policing of the tree isn't on my agenda over the next couple of weeks. Sam and Ben burped Christmas carols with the Vienna Boys Choir as we decorated the tree. Guys.
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First things first, Sam needs a Singing Christmas cd, mixed by his cyber-auntie Lisa, so it contains the best songs over the past 10 years. I'll get on that.
Second, I'd freak OUT if my dentist had me in a room with other people during that time. Isn't it disgusting enough already? I don't want to see other people, or be seen by them, when I'm getting my teeth cleaned. There is some local place here with a similar setup--I've seen the picture in their ads and each time I've yelled "GROSS!".
I love the idea though that they teach the kids how to brush properly. Neato.
That reminds me, his cyber-auntie gave him a musical Christmas book or two way back when he was born and I'm going to read those to him this year so he can really enjoy them.
And the dentist thing was sort of freaky but they're the only prediatric dentists around so that's where we're going. Sam didn't seem to notice all the other kids.
Clearly Sam is not yet OCD enough. I'll also get to work on that. This whole touching his own poop or butt after he poops thing has GOT to come to an end (pun intended har har), to be replaced with anxiety ridden cleaning before company comes by. C'mon man, that would be USEFUL to you, wouldn't it???!!!???!!! <---note the symmetry in the punctuation, ain't it lovely and even?
Somehow I very much DOUBT that there will ever be any anxiety-ridden cleaning on Sammy's part if I can base it on Ben's reaction to anxiety. But yes, it would be totally and completely handy although then I might have to induce anxiety-producing situations so he'd clean. Do you think that might be unhealthy?
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