Friday, May 30, 2008

You've gotta love this smile!

There's nothing like losing your two front teeth at the same time, or in Carson's case, within 3 days of each other.

It was a memorable Memorial Day for sure. Pulling Carson's teeth is like pulling teeth. That just sounded really stupid, didn't it? My point is that my son has such high anxiety about his teeth from going to the dentist to flossing - he freaks out. The last two teeth he has lost were pulled out by Dad and was somewhat done as trickery. You can't let Carson know what's coming so he just had to pull without warning. Traumatic? Yep. But, the teeth were out.

This time it was my turn. My aunt informed me about the string process. Not the ridiculous "3 Stooges" method where you tie a piece of string to your tooth and the other end to a door knob and then slam the door shut. No, this method is a bit more humane, if you will. You take a piece of dental floss and wrap it behind the tooth, bring it up front and then criss-cross them making sure the floss is up above/below the tooth by the gum line. Then, all you do is pull the criss-cross and the tooth magically gets squeezed right out! I can't believe I hadn't known about this in the past. Poor Taylor, what he had to endure.

Just getting the floss into Carson's mouth was the first challenge, but once it was in I let him feel it. Then with a slight tug, out popped the tooth onto the floor, but it went missing. With a little searching we managed to find it, but poor Carson was sad. He wanted me to put it back where it was in his mouth.

Now fast forward 3 days to last night. I hear commotion in the bathroom between Dad and Carson and go in to see the attempt to pull his other front tooth. I agree to take over, but had to have Dad put a death hold on Carson who refused to hold still. Carson was doing everything in his power to stop us by kicking, screaming, and spitting. I go through the process, get the string on and pull, but nothing seemed to happen. Carson continues his rage and spits again at me and guess what spit right out into my hand? Yep, the other front tooth. We all had a great laugh at that.

Not only has his looks changed, but he sounds so different when he talks. More specifically words that have the letter "S" in them. It's too cute.

1 comment:

  1. Ugh. You're much braver then me.

    I'm firmly in the camp that says that the teeth will fall out when they're good and ready. I don't touch them.

    Yep, I'm a wimp. :)


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