A few hours later we picked the two older boys up from school and headed to the dentist. Ahhhhh, the dentist. I wish I could say that the dentist's office freaks them out because it's a big scary place with sharp knives and drills...but it's not. From the staff to the layout of the office, it's warm, friendly and full of toothy happiness. You almost expect a unicorn with a toothbrush to pop out at any minute. Why then - would our three and four-year old children both go into automatic lock-down at the front entrance? Only God knows. With our little girl's new found strength and climbing skills, the nurse AND the dentist had to all but hold her down just to check her teeth. It wasn't much better with her four-year old brother. Just when he thought he got out of Dodge for the day, it was his turn. How these people can work on wiggly, screaming kids with their Evel Knievel moves is beyond me. Our older son who's six was a champ. He made me hope that there might be at least some glimmer of chance for our younger two in the future.
All in all, we made it through the day with vaccinations and teeth cleaned. I have a whole new respect for the nurses and physicians who handle kids like these every single day. I can't help but think though that in six to twelve months when our routine visits need to be scheduled again, they'll surely know and be ready for when our ninja baby girl and Evel Knievel son are about to ride again.