
Yesterday, I took Maxwell and Evan to the dentist for the first time.
{Yes, Maxwell is almost 5 and has NEVER been to the dentist...yeah I know shame on me.}
I was a little nervous because I had read a not so positive review about the dentist we were going to see online, but I decided to give her a chance. I was also a bit nervous about how they would react to someone all up in their grill, but I told them what the dentist would be doing so they knew what to expect. Maxwell was ACTUALLY excited.
Imagine that?!
So we went, and it was AMAZING. Evan watched Max get his teeth cleaned and then it was his turn. Liam cooperated too. I couldn't believe I had braved taking all three to the dentist, but the whole thing was kind of last minute. The dentist was fine, she wouldn't be my bff or anything but she wasn't as tyrannic as the review made her out to be.
Anyway...Evan had PERFECT teeth while Maxwell has 8{YES EIGHT} as in; I am a HORRIBLE Mother cavities. All his back teeth. There were several reasons the dentist gave me that it was possible he got them, one of which was bottled water..takes out fluoride {which we not longer buy because I was convicted after we watched a documentary about water}, another being he just was one of those kids prone to get cavities...I don't know.
Evan calls our neighbor Grandpa.
Uh...slightly embarrassing as the guy is only like 40 and HAS A 7 YEAR OLD SON!
I think mostly he calls him that because he has some grey hair and a beard like my Dad does, but nonetheless I felt bad when the guy says to me;
"Man, that makes me feel old."

Maxwell thinks we are getting a dog.
AND, that the FedEx Man is bringing him.
First of all, Maxwell has this CRAZY obsession with FedEx. He has this airplane book that has a FedEx plane in it, and he always FREAKS when he sees a truck when we are out and about...because it's not like the FedEx truck frequents our house (ahem).
Awhile back, like before Liam was born I went through a stage where I wanted a dog. We went to a pet store where they had dogs and cats you could adopt, and we also looked at dogs at our local Humane Societies site and "picked" one out. He asked if we could "order" one, and I told him we had to talk to his Daddy first. Anyway, I knew I would regret getting a dog right now with three kids under 5.
So...I'm not sure why he still thinks one is coming. I haven't talked about it at all and last Sunday night a friend who was teaching his class informed us he prayed for his dog that was coming in 2 weeks, and crabs under his bed.
NO IDEA where that came from either.
Oh, and in other news Evan peed all over the floor.
AGAIN.
I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME potty train this kid.
As for the L-man...well, he is just as sweet as ever.
