the trouble with teeth

Teeth have been causing a lot of problems around our house lately.

Iris just cut her 8th tooth today. Maybe now that all those front teeth are in I can start catching up on my sleep before we start on the molars. This is the face she makes when her teeth are bugging her. Last night she was chewing on the table top while we were eating dinner.


In other tooth news, Henry got braces. He got them the day of the pinewood derby. So, here he is with the new braces and his car.


Elsa, though, has topped both Henry and Iris. Last month she got 4 fillings in 2 different dental appointments, and she got braces on her front teeth and an expander. She is a trooper about my having to turn the screw in the expander every night and not being able to eat or talk very well. The expander has come unbonded twice now, so we keep having to go back to get it glued in again. She says the glue tastes terrible and she gags repeatedly during the process. Poor girl. She's had 7 orthodontist/dentist appointments in the last month. The school probably thinks I'm making them up.

she can move

At about 8 months old, Iris began to slowly inch her way across the room. She couldn't crawl, and she stayed in sitting position, but somehow I would find her in different places from where I put her. These pictures are from March 25th. It was one of the first times she made her way to the TV to play with the game controllers and then she made her way to the diaper bag and pulled everything out--spreading her sweet potato puffs all over the floor.


She's a lot quicker now--electrical cords and stairs beware! The older kids were asking about their cakes on their first birthdays. I said I just chose what to make for them, because they were too young to tell me what they liked. They started thinking of what Iris might want for her first birthday cake. They decided it should be made to look like a dog dish and electrical cords. Hmmmmm. That might be tricky.

mothers day

Will, "I like my mommy tookoo."

Me, "What's a tookoo?"

Will, "That means too cute. I like my mom what is too cute."

Elsa laughs, "I've never heard someone say that about a MOM. But, I GUESS you could say that."