Friday, 24 February 2012

Visiting the Dentist

Here is my boy. I am so proud of him!

Last month we visited the dentist expecting a clean bill of health because
that was what we have been given last time, with pats on the back included.

Unfortunately, I screwed up.
I got complacent.
I let my children brush their own teeth and I did it waaay to often.

. .

The dentist decided that the best thing to do was take it way 
before it got hold and fill it to help protect it.
They need fillings.

My heart felt like it literally dropped into my stomach :'o (

Mr Goos appointment was on Tuesday.
He hopped up onto the seat without a second glance, the dentist was impressed.
Too cool for skool with his protective shades on
Counting Teeth
She decided that she would maybe go at his tooth with the water spray thing and see how he got on.
She explained to him what she was going to use, got him to feel 
the air blower, the water spray 'tooth shower' and the hoover.
He opened up his mouth as wide as he could and she quickly got to work.
Next second it was done.


Not even a flinch.
We then had to return for a meeting with the PDU (don't ask me what it means!)
She talked to us about our diet, how many times they snack and how often they get juice.
I had been doing my very best to keep treats to after meals, I can't stand diluting juice, so they don't get that.
And, really, with hubs being into his fitness and diet, ours is pretty good too.
So, ..  much confusion :o (
I think it was a combination between the occasional bottle of juice 
and possibly crabsticks that Mr Goo snacks on constantly. 
But mainly just the toothbrushing mess that we made by not doing it ourselves.

Back again today, for the other side.
(Yes, I have been at the dentists 3 times this week!)
(And my sister had a baby! Busy week going through to the neighbouring town!)

Today, before I knew what was happening, and without explaining it to him first, 
she quickly got to work with the drill.
(I think she didn't explain because he had been fine with the water and possibly wouldn't know the difference. Also, by telling me, I may have passed my worry onto him....or she just forgot to tell us)

1...2....3...    and she was done    

All this going on and he didn't even flinch

Just tidying up

So, ok, it is not good that he has had to have work done at such a ridiculously young age.
I am ashamed that I did not look after his teeth better.
It was one thing that I really wanted to get right, 
after breastfeeding, which was the first thing I wanted to get right
but I messed up.
I can only do my very best from here on.

But I can be proud of my little boy for being the best patient she has had in a long while.
She said she would have loved to have filmed it, to show to the 10 year old boys, who make a fuss.

So, here is my little boy with all his stickers because we were all so incredibly proud of him!

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Reasons to be Cheerful

Reasons to be Cheerful at Mummy from the Heart

It has been some time since I have written a thing to this blog, but I was compelled to write my 
Reasons to be Cheerful.

Hubs is working away from home, during the week, for 6 weeks.
This is the first week and I am tired already.
But I am cheerful about it because :

I am proud of my Hubs, because he is leaving his family to live out of hotel rooms 
in order that we will have a little extra money to help us do some decorating around the house.
Moving the children from the small back room into our, larger front room.

Cheerful because we will have that extra money to move the children to the front room.

I am looking forward to the move which we will do once the 6 weeks are up.
Hubs plans to take a couple of weeks off work after it all so that we can get on with it.

His parents plan to come up, weekend after next. His mum said she is happy to help in anyway, bar painting.
So, hallway it is.

Joining in the linky with Mummy from The Heart

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Reasons to be Cheerful

Late as always :) 
But here all the same

Reasons to be Cheerful at Mummy from the Heart

Mrs Goo has a friend round. She has dressed herself as Snow White.
Mr Goo tells him that, 'I have to poo. I am sorry about that, but I do.'

Now he is on the toilet shouting 'The princess!?   I Love you!'

How can anyone not feel cheerful when their daughter is, happily dressed as a princess, playing with her best friend, having her brother tell her that he Loves her?!

I have a Job interview next Wednesday.
For a position in the after school, well wrap around childcare, at the local primary.
I really hope I get it. I know a couple of the girls who already have jobs there and they seemed quite keen on my getting it, so fingers crossed.
Though not looking forward to the 630 starts, if I get it.

If I think about anything cheerful, I can't help but to think about Stay and Play at the Playgroup.
Nothing makes me happier than my turn to Stay and Play :O D

Short and simple tonight.
Join in or go see what others are cheerful about at Mummy From the Heart