For Christmas, Glenn got a couple of Best Buy gift cards, so he went and bought a speaker-bluetooth that clips to the visor of the car instead of one that you have to try to keep stuffed in your ear. Now, our car rides often consist of the following:
GLENN: Call. Mom. Mobile.
BLUETOOTH VOICE: Did you say, "Call. Buc. Mobile?"
GLENN (shaking his fists): NO!
He shuts of the bluetooth, then turns it on and tries again:
GLENN: Call. Mom. Mobile.
BLUETOOTH VOICE: Did you say, "Call. Mom. Mobile?"
GLENN: YES!
Sometimes, it takes a few tries to get it to dial whoever he wants to call.
This morning, as I was getting ready to head out with the boys to go to their dentist appointments, I heard Jeff in the living room saying, "Call. Dad. Mobile. NO!!" "Call. Jack. Mobile. YES!! Haha, that kid does not miss a thing.
I also think that Jack may have been having flashbacks today about his previous surgeries and stays in the hospital for his cleft lip and palate. When we got to the dentist today, we were called back into the exam room, and Jeff was going first. As soon as we walked through the door of the exam room, with the dentist chair/bed, medical equipment, and doctor-type atmosphere, Jack immediately started bawling. It was sad and funny at the same time. Poor little guy, I really do wonder if he was having flashbacks of some sort. He had his finger in his mouth at the time, so I guess it is possible that he had bitten his finger accidentally or something, but I don't know. He certainly didn't like it when it was his turn for a cleaning, which was really just a brushing and some fluoride, but Jeff did extremely well and was just excited he got to lay down and watch Dora the Explorer and got a toy and a toothbrush. While Jack was getting his exam done and crying and hollering on my lap, Jeff came up to pat his brother on the arm and say, "It's alright, Jack. Don't cry."
Speaking of the dentist, tomorrow will be my first dentist appointment in about nine years. I have not been to the dentist since before Glenn and I were married. I am anxious to see what the dentist will say, and I am hoping I will not get yelled at for not going for so long. We have been a little busy since we got married in 2001, with our dear Glennie, and moving many times, and then with Jeff and with Jack and his cleft lip and palate, so I really didn't give much of a hoot about me going to the dentist. I will be extremely proud of myself if I have no cavities, which I don't think I do at this point.
GLENN: Call. Mom. Mobile.
BLUETOOTH VOICE: Did you say, "Call. Buc. Mobile?"
GLENN (shaking his fists): NO!
He shuts of the bluetooth, then turns it on and tries again:
GLENN: Call. Mom. Mobile.
BLUETOOTH VOICE: Did you say, "Call. Mom. Mobile?"
GLENN: YES!
Sometimes, it takes a few tries to get it to dial whoever he wants to call.
This morning, as I was getting ready to head out with the boys to go to their dentist appointments, I heard Jeff in the living room saying, "Call. Dad. Mobile. NO!!" "Call. Jack. Mobile. YES!! Haha, that kid does not miss a thing.
I also think that Jack may have been having flashbacks today about his previous surgeries and stays in the hospital for his cleft lip and palate. When we got to the dentist today, we were called back into the exam room, and Jeff was going first. As soon as we walked through the door of the exam room, with the dentist chair/bed, medical equipment, and doctor-type atmosphere, Jack immediately started bawling. It was sad and funny at the same time. Poor little guy, I really do wonder if he was having flashbacks of some sort. He had his finger in his mouth at the time, so I guess it is possible that he had bitten his finger accidentally or something, but I don't know. He certainly didn't like it when it was his turn for a cleaning, which was really just a brushing and some fluoride, but Jeff did extremely well and was just excited he got to lay down and watch Dora the Explorer and got a toy and a toothbrush. While Jack was getting his exam done and crying and hollering on my lap, Jeff came up to pat his brother on the arm and say, "It's alright, Jack. Don't cry."
Speaking of the dentist, tomorrow will be my first dentist appointment in about nine years. I have not been to the dentist since before Glenn and I were married. I am anxious to see what the dentist will say, and I am hoping I will not get yelled at for not going for so long. We have been a little busy since we got married in 2001, with our dear Glennie, and moving many times, and then with Jeff and with Jack and his cleft lip and palate, so I really didn't give much of a hoot about me going to the dentist. I will be extremely proud of myself if I have no cavities, which I don't think I do at this point.
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