Skylar is officially entering the “awkward phase” of life. She had her first zit a few weeks ago, and then I took her up to the world famous — Dr. Jorgenson — to get her braces put on. Icka joined in on the fun, and was a dreamboat the entire time. Possibly because I let her walk and crawl everywhere in the waiting room. I figured that the appointment was going to be long, so it wasn’t worth fighting her unsanitary urges. It’s funny how I look back at pictures of when I had braces, and I undoubtedly looked awkward. Whereas, she looks kinda cute with hers on.
Before
Skilly and her Namesake
During
Icka just occupying the time
After
I told the doctor that I might have a child who has perfect teeth, and we wouldn’t be needing future services from him. When he looked at Icka’s mouth, he said that she has the worst kind of teeth — really big so when the bigger adult teeth come in, there won’t be any room. What a rip!
Icka’s future adult teeth
I saw these photobooth pictures that Skylar took when we got home. Apparently, she was spreading the news. (This is the same face she made for the first four days because she said it was the only way her braces were comfortable — might have something to do with the vampire teeth that are coming in that have their very own braces.)
The good news is that the events of this day gave Scout a new idea for Christmas. he has now officially added “braces” to his list. Unfortunately, his desire for braces got the best of him when he was taking a nap and saw my retainer. He was “trying” it, when a hook in the back impaled his inner cheek, and he started screaming bloody murder. Micah went to see what was going on, and saw our little boy’s face covered in blood with my retainer sticking out of his mouth. Micah said it was like a fish hook, and had to get in there and remove it. Apparently Scout was really brave, and after sucking on some ice, never made mention of it again. Too bad, the little “incident” hasn’t gone away, because he woke up this morning with a red and warm cheek, that was visibly swollen. Poor guy.
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