Did You See That Flying Pig?

Punkin is three years old. Actually three and a half. It has only been in the last few months that we can take him to get his hair cut without both he and the hairdresser having an emotional breakdown.

So you can only imagine my dread anguish oh holy hell how will we ever do this!?!?!?! worry about taking him to the dentist for the first time. I've put it off and put it off. I mean, come on. I'm grown, some would even say overgrown, and I hate going to the dentist. HATE. I'd rather go to the gyno weekly than to the dentist twice a year.

But being the procrastinating slacker sorry excuse for devoted mother that I am, I bit the bullet and made the appointment. I actually got a recommendation for the dentist from Random Mommy. Now RM seems very particular about where she takes Buddha, so I figured if she was ok with this place, I would be, too.

Finally the day arrives. Of course we get behind every fucking, slow assed old lady maw maw on the road, get stopped in a license check point, have to stop for a train, etc. So the thirty minutes I had allowed for the trip evaporated rather quickly. Then, add in that I didn't actually know where I was going, but was counting on my sense of direction to get me there, and of course we ended up being late. Only a few minutes, but late.

On the way there we talked about teeth. We talked about cavities and how gross they are. How if he doesn't take care of his teeth they will get all green and black and nasty. Oh, and how they will hurt. My Punkin is like me. We do not like pain.

Anyway, by the time we get there Punkin is trying to go directly back to the work areas, saying he wants to floss his teeth! Guess the pep talk worked! Wouldn't you guess it thought, I go to give them my insurance card and I don't have it. Still have no clue where it is. Hubby was to fax it to them, but never could get the fax to go through. Luckily they were able to look up the number. I. Be. So. Smart.

But my Punkin? He is a damn trooper! When they called us back, he went flying. Watched the tooth super hero video and asked questions. Appropriate questions. Then they dismissed me (of course I didn't leave, but followed them back to the cleaning area, snapping pictures) and he told me bye.

Just bye.

No crying. No begging me to stay. No Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

I must admit I was proud. And a bit disappointed. I know, I'm a bitch. Sorry.

So Punkin did great. Wowed all the hygienists, just really worked the room. Doc said he had a perfect mouth! And yes, I am bragging. She said only about 10% of the kids she saw had that so we count ourselves very lucky. His dad and I? Mouths FULL of fillings. She said his teeth were nice and clean, all in the right places, and that the interior of his mouth looked great.Again, I was so proud of him. He was such a little man and was so well behaved. I'm sure I never acted that well at the dentist. Huh, I still don't. Then today at school? They said they didn't have to get on to him one time. NOT ONCE. Now of late? That just hasn't been happening. He even took a nap without having to be coerced or pressured into it. And yesterday? Played for about an hour and a half with the neighbor girl without a single incident.

So after these past few days? I am totally sure that pigs are flying, hell has froze over, the moon is blue and a cow is jumping over it. All of that shit. I know I'm probably jinxing myself, but could the terrible twos/atrocious threes be starting to wind down? God, I hope so.

And just in time for summer? With only a week left for MDO? Oh, please. Let those pigs keep flying!!!