Noah stayed home from work today.
Today was the big day.
The day of the Boy's Dental Visit.
After their last appointment I informed Noah that I was not doing that alone again.
So he stayed home.
No bribes were given or offered.
No punishments were suggested.
I laid down the cold, hard rules.
We don't kick or hit people.
This includes Dentists, hygienists and our parents.
We don't scream and yell.
Even if you don't like how the toothpaste tastes.
I was in charge of Roman.
I held his arms.
I heard him scream.
But he quit when he realized that it wasn't really that bad.
Noah was in charge of Lincoln.
It took a lot to keep all 40 pounds of 3 year old anger in that chair.
What about Deacon?
He is almost 7 and I really needed him to not freak out.
He is big.
And still traumatized over his oral surgery visit from age 4.
He got into the chair (grudgingly)
And I was struck with an idea.
I told him he could hold Berean.
I sat next to him.
Berean sat on his lap and he held her hands.
He wanted to be a brave big brother.
And he was.
Not a fuss.
Not a yell.
He just held his baby sisters hands.
And she watched.
And once she tried to get the tooth brush.
And she helped him to be calm.
And maybe he gave her some career aspirations.
I love the support system that siblings can be.
We were listening to a radio program- Adventures in Odyssey- the other day. I hadn't heard the episode before, and so I was as surprised as the boys when through a series of events this little boy's mom miscarries his baby brother. The boy had been jealous and was afraid that he had caused the miscarriage by saying he didn't "want the baby".
I didn't really know what the boys were thinking.
The car stopped and the boys unbuckled.
Deacon leaned over Berean and in a quiet voice said, "Oh Berean, I am so glad you didn't die. I always wanted you."
Roman and Lincoln both quietly and quickly added affirmations of their love for their baby sister.
Berean had her 9 month check up today. She is 17 pounds, 7 ounces. Basically she is about the same size as my boys were at 4-6 months. But that is ok. She is almost exactly the same weight as I was at her age.
She is crawling up and down the stairs and trying fancy moves like only holding on to objects with one hand while standing. She is currently also very into clapping her hands.
She has 5 teeth, but doesn't like to eat food very much.
Let me rephrase that: she likes to feed herself and she is not very interested in being fed. She really likes pancakes, crackers and things that she can make a mess out of.
Soon to come: pictures of our gigantic tree and our fruitless quest for the perfect holiday photo!