For this post, you need a bit of background information. I searched my archives and could not find anywhere that I had already explained it, so I will start way back at the beginning. (first line of the real post has been bolded for your convenience- ‘cus DAMN this is a hella long post!)
When Rainbow Man got his teeth I was excited, but not excited enough to know I was supposed to brush them. As a result he has cavities (I DO learn from my mistake, Both the younger two scored the coveted NO CAVITIES sticker at the dentist earlier this month).
When Rainbow Man was five, one of his many cavities began to bother him. We took him to a dentist and he decided the tooth should come out. It was so badly decayed there was no real hope of saving it. (I suck) Unfortunately, Rainbow Man had an infection in the tooth that prevented the numbing agent from working properly. The dentist and I did not know this until the tooth was already half out. RM was screaming. Not crying, Screaming in pain, but the tooth could not stay half in nor half out. Before much could be said to the dentist we never EVER returned to, he yanked the tooth the rest of the way out. Without freezing.
This, quite naturally led RM to have a VERY big fear of dentists. But he still had a LOT of cavities. However, I was unwilling to make him face his fear and get them taken care of. Until last summer when he developed a very large abcess beside one of his decayed teeth. (Again, I suck)
We took it very slow. First appointment was just to see the room and meet the dentist. Next appointment was to sit in the chair and have his teeth counted. The next appointment was for a cleaning and an assessment of what work needs to be done and in what priority. At all times, we kept RM informed of what was being done and what HAD to be done becuase I think information is power and the more you know about something the less you fear it. Our dentist was extremely patient with us, by the way.
Finally we took him in to have a spacer put in. The gap left from the tooth that had been pulled when he was five had started to close in, meaning he would have trouble when his adult tooth wanted to emerge. The spacer went in just fine. (there is no pain involved with a spacer) We had discussed with him ahead of time that he would have some happy gas and the abscessed tooth would be pulled after the spacer was in. He had reacted calm and accepting to the news.
The scene at the dentist office that afternoon when she brought out the needle to freeze him is one I wish I could forget. It ended with him curled in a fetal position on the floor screaming. Terrified of the pain he new was coming. (lets keep in mind that the last tooth he had extracted was done with no freezing)
I took him home and called a the pediatric dentist at the hospital and made an appointment to have his teeth taken care of (two extractions, fissures, spacers, a retainer and multiple cavity fills) done while under general anesthetic. I was not willing to force him to go through that fear again. The waiting list was a year long.
In early January the boys were due for their six month cleanings. RM went and had no troubles, in fact, he seemed to have fun. I was busy in the next room with Stuperman while the dentist was in with RM so I do not know what she said to him, but when his cleaning was done, he asked me to make him an appointment to have the work he needed done on his teeth. I did, becuase he asked, but I had very low expectations for the appointment.
Have you ever been so proud of someone it made you cry? Until this morning, I had never. Rainbow Man got in the chair, got the needle and proceeded to get EVERY SINGLE thing that needed to be done, including the fillings and extractions, without a single tear. In fact there were a few times during those three hours that they had him giggling - without the nitrous oxide!
Best fucking day ever!
Pee Ess : If you actually read the whole post, you deserve a prize!
“Mom. How come when Smokey has her collar on, her hair poofs up?”
” ‘Cus her mane is growing in. We told you all about that.”
“Her mane?”
“Yea. Just like a lion… And when it is fully grown in, she will be all lion. Then she will eat deers, antelopes, people, that kind of thing”
“….. . . .really??!”
“Yes. We told you all of this. wait. Let me show you a picture”
“See. This dog’s mane is fully grown so she is all lion now.”
“But. She isn’t big enough to be a lion.”
“Well no, they don’t turn into lions. They just think they are lions and start acting like them. The dog in the picture didn’t turn yellow did it?”
” No. But…. will she really eat us?”
“Not if she can’t catch you. In the summer time we will start to train -”
“We’re gonna train her to not to eat us?”
“No, we’re going to start training you guys to run faster. If she can’t catch you sooner or later she will give up. Besides, her mane has just started to grow in, so you have lots of time to train. I wouldn’t worry too much over it.”
Kids are SO trusting.
If you were to look at family life like a business, I Really need to work on my business performance management. That or Multitasking!
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Today, December 15th, 2007, ten days before Christmas, Something big Happened at Casa Del Bluepaintred.
Sigh.
Let me back up a wee tiny bit. This morning Hubs and I went into the city! Awesome! 25 feet visibility! Fog And Snow! Yay! (We had shopping to do or no one was eating!) Along the way we stopped in at a gaming store and bought Ratchet and Clank and Sonic with some silver sonic dude for The Boys to give to Hubs for Christmas.
Hubs has been practicing his surprised face all afternoon.
When we got home, and the children returned from their sleepover at Nana and Papa’s I told them to go to my room so I could show them what I had bought for them to give Daddy. With the older ones in my room, Stuperman yelled I’M DOOOONE and just like that, I had a butt to wipe.
Walking back into my room, I could not help but notice the speed that Rainbow Man moved away from my closet. The closet holding all the gifts. You know. The ones from Santa. The ones in their distinctive Santa Wrapping Paper.
Sigh.
BlueBoy, who had been looking out my window while RM snooped, was sent out of the room, and Hubs was called in.
And thus, Ten days before Christmas, I made my son cry by explaining that there was no Santa. I feel we had no choice but to tell him. It was either explain the secret, or have him say “But. I saw that in your closet!” on Christmas Morning, and have him ruin the younger boys naivety.
But it still Sucks. 
First of all, Thanks to Sheila for spending some time behind the scenes helping me with wordpress coding. And by helping me, I really mean she went in and did all the grunt work while I went shopping.
Shopping = awesome.
As you know, or SHOULD know, the twelfth of December is a very important day in my life. My Bff Kissy was born on that day. Normally I would put up a cutsey wootsie post about how much she means to me and how I would be lost without her and pleasedonteverleaveme, but instead of spending her birthday behind a monitor I actually ventured out of the house and saw her.
Its actually really hard to see her due to the 14 hour days she works - oh and the no days off thing, that sucks too. Whatever. She managed to get her birthday off so we went out on the town. And by that of course, I mean we went to Wal*mart.
I love Wal*Mart. I really really do.
Other than spending time with Bff Kissy, my mission, should I choose to accept it, and I did becuase it meant shopping, was to get the randomosities that fill up the childrens (and mine) Christmas Stockings.
I dunno how you all do your Stockings, but when I grew up, the staple of my stocking was Socks and underwear, and to this day, unless there is a special occasion (*wink*) I get new underwear the 25th of December and thats it.
Ahhhnyway. I picked up the cutest sock sets for the boys, Cars For Stuperman, TMNT For Blue Boy and Hot Wheels For the eldest, eight year old Rainbow Man - Who wants me to change his name to Dragon Master BTW.
I also Picked up the various packages of underwear. Well Two packages for me because I could not decide between the colors. I got The Bee Movie ones for Stuperman, And Spiderman Boxers for the Two older boys.
So the problem is this, interwebs : While waiting in line to pay, BFF Kissy started crawling up and down my spine and bashing my frontal lobe in about the fact I got Character socks and Underwear for Rainbow Man. She feels that at eight, he should be wearing plain undies and white (or black) socks.
Let me be very clear on the subject of socks for just a moment : No matter how fucking old you are, white socks or black socks have no place in your life. Socks should be fun, colorful and above all, when you look down, they should make you smile.
But What about the Spiderman Boxer Breifs? Is he really going to be embarrased to wear them? He’s eight! I have a feeling that when he and his buds are lined up at the urinals having pissing contests, they are ALL still wearing Spiderman, Super man And TMNT Underwear!
Bff Kissy asked me if I will still be buying him Character undies when he is 13. I told her that providing they came in his size, yes, I would.
(She feels that if he is wearing Character undies at 13 he will be too embarrassed to drop trou for a girl - this is not a bad thing! )
In any case, Interwebs ; I ask you this : Is eight too old for cute undies? Should I be buying black and white, with the odd navy blue? Is it really necessary for me to walk past the cute Optimus Prime and settle on the boring old pinstripe?
You might recall a post I did last year where my boys got Letters From Santa.
Here we have a note to Rainbow man from Santa. Please note the X’s and O’s and the festive red and green writing.
And Blue Boy, again, a personal note from the jolly man, X’s and O’s added Plus a few HoHoHo’s added to ensure BB knows he is on the good list.
And the final damning piece of evidence is Stupermans letter. Please Pay Attention. No festive red and green pen, but plain black. No personalized note. Its obvious that Stuperman has been a very naughty boy and will be receiving only coal in his stocking three days hence.
Yea. LOL. Well it would have been funny had the oldest boy not noticed the difference and become convinced santa hated his brother so he wouldn’t like Santa either!
This year we decided to do away with the tradition of writing to Santa. And I DO mean tradition, Me and my siblings wrote to Santa every year too! We decided it would be easier to get rid of the Santa letters than to deal with the questions afterwards.
I wish I knew earlier in the season that there is a website, letters from Santa, where you can personalize the letter to your child and have sent - from Santa! Maybe next year. Cus honestly? I could have a lot of fun “personalizing” those letters! ( No more peeing the bed or else mister!!) (Don’t hit your brother) (Stop picking the dogs nose!!)
