Well hello again!

I'm back! Christmas kept us so busy...that's why I was MIA for a little while. This was going to be a long post, but I just noticed the clock. It's 3:46 and we need to leave for Church by 5:00 AND I haven't had a shower. Been too busy cleaning and doing laundry. Miss JaneClaire had a potty accident in her bed last night (rare) and I needed to clean her bed and all the stuff that goes along with that. Then this morning I gave Silas his usual cup of morning chocolate milk. He already is very uneasy on his legs (dwarfism related) and the mornings, especially cold mornings make his legs very stiff (pseudo trait). He was waddling all over the place and fell against his sippy cup. It must have hit directly on his tooth because he started screaming and crying. Andrew picked him up and noticed his gums were bleeding. That's when I saw it. His tooth was pushed back. Oh no. That's all I could think. My poor little man had his first major accident. I hate hate hate that his tooth is messed up. If you know me you know how much I want myself, Andrew and the kids to have nice smiles. I'm a teeth person and one of my greatest fears is having my teeth knocked out. I always make sure my family goes to regular dental checkups. They may hate me for that and I'm ok with it...lol. Anyway, I called the dentist as any panicked mother would and explained what happened. He said it was very normal for that to happen to toddlers and there wasn't anything he could do. He said if the tooth started changing colors, continued bleeding or seemed to bother Silas that I should bring him in. Silas didn't seem to mind. It stopped bleeding and he's eating fine. I think I'm more worried about it than he is. You can tell that he knows something doesn't feel right because he keeps touching his tooth with his tongue. Silas has what he call "The typical Silas smile". He sticks out both front teeth and cheeses really big. Now when he does it, only one tooth shows. :( or :). It can be funny and sad either way you look at it. All I keep telling myself is "Thank God these are only his baby teeth". If it were his permanent teeth we may have to check Mom into the mental ward. hahaha. Anyway, I'll leave you with a Silas smile. Adios to those sweet teeth you show me when you come walking towards me, hair sticking up all over the place and saying Vama (Mama). Sniff. Sniff.