the babe, the boy, and me....

...a running commentary on my life in general. Who knows what I will write about on any given day? It could be about the kids (The Boy, age 3 or The Babe, age 5), it could be about my husband, or it could be about (gasp!) me, and what I am thinking/feeling/doing. After all, it is "all about erika". I am not sure how entertaining this might be to anyone who isn't me. You've been warned.

Monday, July 31, 2006

chipped tooth

A few days ago, I noticed The Boy had chipped his front left tooth. It was just a tiny chip, but a chip just the same, and I feel horrible that I don't know when or how it happened. It could have been anything, he throws himself around so much. I took solace in the fact that if I didn't know about the event, it couldn't have been too painful or that big of a deal. Thank goodness it's just his baby teeth anyways.

This evening, as I was washing The Babe's hair, The Boy was still in the bathroom hanging around. He used to be terribly afraid of the spray attachment we use when washing The Babe's hair, but he has recently become interested in it. While he would never allow the sprayer to be used for his own hair washing, he does like to watch and touch the spray as we use it on The Babe.

So, The Boy is standing outside of the tub while The Babe is sitting inside the tub and I turn my back for one millisecond as I reach for the shampoo bottle. I have no idea what actually happened, but there was a noise. Not just any noise, it was a thud, a dull noise, but still loud. I'm not making any sense, but it was a bad, bad, very bad noise. The Boy was crying. He somehow slipped while standing on a dry rug outside of the tub. He slipped and hit his mouth on the side of the tub, and guess what? He has chipped is front left tooth for real this time. Not just a small little chip, but a larger piece is missing. He kept saying "hit" and "Mommy, I felled" while he held his mouth and pointed to the tub.

10 minutes later he was still pretty shaken up about it, and I imagine something like that is pretty painful. I asked him if he wanted medicine to help make it stop hurting, and he nodded. For the first time ever, The Boy willingly took medicine. It must have been bad.

The good news is that he has chipped his tooth pretty evenly across the bottom of it. I am pretty sure that nobody would notice except for me, and I might not even have noticed if I hadn't been there. The new edge to his tooth is rough, though, and kind of sharp. Is this the kind of thing that will dull down if I feed him enough crackers? I guess it won't matter how rough or sharp the tooth is if it turns black and falls out. That's my big fear now. I'll have to keep an eye on it. Poor thing.

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