Actually, it went fine. Middle went all by himself to one room (I KNOW!) while I was next door having my own teeth
Anyway (short story longer and GET TO THE POINT OF THIS POST, SARAH), the dentist solemnly spoke to Middle about his thumb sucking and how it's not good for his mouth. To me, Mr. Dentist (or is it Dr. Dentist?) suggested that perhaps when Middle turns 4 (mid-June), that we start to encourage him to not do it, by using rewards or even covering it with a bandaid. [Sidenote #1: When we ask Middle what his thumb tastes like, he always matter-of-factly responds, "Water."]
(Isn't it ironic?)
Later on Saturday night, as Hubby and I were sitting in the sunroom and the boyz were adjacent to us in the living room watching one of those rat movies (Flushed Away? Ratatouille? Mickey Mouse?), we heard a slam and then a shriek.
(Don't ya think?)
Seems Baby got the urge to slam Middle's finger in the top of the (no longer being used now that it's spring/save the DSS calls, people) WOODSTOVE.
Not just any finger though. His THUMB. His SUCKING THUMB.
(A little toooo ironic...)
So, a bandaid was indeed applied, at his request, to his little scraped thumb. [Sidenote #2: Middle is a Bandaid Addict. I'm hoping this addiction doesn't manifest itself by way of tattoos or piercings when he gets older. And by older I mean 30.]
Flash forward to bedtime. [Sidenote #3: Thankfully, Baby has adjusted. It took one full week.] And then flash forward 2 hours further to 10pm when Middle was STILL UP because he couldn't suck his thumb!
And then had no nap on Sunday for the very same reason. Uhhh, no offense Mr. (Dr.?) Dentist, but I'm thinking we'll just let him outgrow the thumb sucking. Because at this point? Momma. Needs. Sleep. And will worry about future orthodontia bills then. Meaning, in THE FUTURE.
(Yeah, I really do think.)
So then yesterday (gah, is she done yet?), I'm at work trying to cram some files back into a file cabinet and you'll never guess what happened.
Paper cut. A mother f'ing huDge slice.
On my thumb.
Now I'm wearing a bandaid.
(It's like rai-a-ain....)
See us being very sad about our matching boo-boo thumbs?