February 16th, 2012

brush, brush, brush

The Peanut is once again teething, which means our life is a long slog of drool, the occasional extremely cranked baby and lots of nibbling on anything he can get his hands on.

I was at the dentist this morning (every six months, boo yah) and the hygienist surmised that he’s probably cutting his second molars, in addition to the incisors I think are coming in. Yay, I said, because molars are his FAVORITE thing. She laughed.

I love the entire staff at my dentist’s office. I’ve tried to steal the receptionist – she’s the sweetest, funniest, most entertaining receptionist I have ever met. She’s pushing 60, still wears size 2 and has her hair done every week. Who does that these days?!

The hygienist and I always have a lovely chat about current events – she reads People every Friday, without fail. Today it was the Grammys, Whitney Houston, did they air brush Adele and seriously, why do little boys grow up and have stinky feet?!

Best office ever.