Little Shop of Horrors

Actually, it's not. My dentist is the greatest guy ever, and even his hygienists are pretty cool and not too abusive with one's jaw and teeth. That being said, what other title could I use for Bean's first official visit to the dentist? She is now three and a half, and we finally have all the teeth in; thus, it is time for checking and cleaning.

She did great. It's tough when you can't see what's coming towards you, or imitate Mom in opening your mouth, but she was a champ. The X-rays annoyed her a bit, but I think they basically got the images they needed, she put up with cleaning remarkably well, and even the foamy fluoride swab wasn't too bad. We kept telling her that she was being *such* a big girl and this is what *big girls* do...and you know, it really works :).

In a weird way, though, it made me sad. It's just another moment where she is getting older and more independent, more in need of "grown up" things, and it's kind of tough. I'd rather this than cavities though, and we are doing great on that front. Huzzah.