Marcie’s dentist appointment was this morning—and Jason took her because I had a dentist appointment of my own. They gave her some valium (apparently she is a “happy drunk”), and she did a good job following directions.
Jason dropped her at Grandma S’s house after the appointment—Marcie loves going there because she gets doted on. But she called around 11:00 a.m., sobbing, and asked me to come get her. So, of course, I did. By the time I got to her, she’d received a dose of Motrin and was feeling much better. We stopped at Jamba Juice on the way home, and then she crashed for most of the afternoon. When she woke up, she was hungry and in much better spirits.
She remains on a soft food diet for the foreseeable future because her bottom teeth are improving and we want to save those. She’s definitely got a lisp so far.
Here she is on Monday, with our good friends, celebrating Labor day:
And here she is this evening (don’t mind the mess of baby clothes and toys in the background—I’ve just been purchasing things as I’ve remembered them).
Tonight, she placed each of her teeth in a snack-size ziplock bag and placed them under her pillow. She is under the impression that if she places them each in a separate bag, she will get three treats from the tooth fairy—one for each bag. That’s a lot of books! Think she’s right?