Mother of the Year
On Friday part of Toby's tooth fell out. The sad thing is, I saw it coming. Neither Trey nor Toby has had enamel on their front two teeth. I liked to tell myself that this must be bad genes because it couldn't possibly be bottle rot, especially in Toby's case - he never took a bottle. I also liked to secretly pat my own back when it came to Toby - you see I nursed him until he was 22 months old. I know, I know, that is A LONG TIME - but don't you think I could have been named La Leche League's Mother of the Year? Turns out while I could win an award with their organization, I am probably on the American Dental Associations list of Worse Mothers. Who knew that bottle rot was just a name given to teeth that rot because the child is going to sleep while drinking or drinking during the night.... Interesting. So Toby now has 2 new front teeth. They are beautiful and shine with a guilt free sparkle every time I look at him.
Now, I need to win back the approval of the dental association. Perhaps I should stop taking my children to places like this....
Hmmm, something to think about while I nurse JK - I need to hurry because my cookie brownie is almost ready to take out of the oven.