Lots of stuff.

Daddy sneaked in some dental appointments for Kirsten and I. He even made his mom come to the dentist with us not only to watch the girls, but to make sure I went. Background story is a must I think.

Back when I was really young, I had an abscessed tooth. Anybody know what that is? To give you a short, less gruesome explanation it is a cavity that was bad. Most importantly, it cannot be numbed. So this STUPID dentist of my dad's,who should have know better, (he needs to loose his right to practice) kept giving me shot after shot trying to numb my tooth. Guess what?! It didn't work (go figure). But that didn't stop Stupid Dentist Man.. he just kept giving me shot after shot. Did I ever mention I still have extreme fear of needles? Thank Stupid Dentist Man for that. Finally, I pass out/ fall asleep. I have this dream of my teeth getting pulled and start yelling that it hurts to wake up to the fact that they are now actually trying to pull my unnumbed tooth out of my mouth without a working pain medication! I freak out and refuse to let them continue. Then the Stupid Dentist Man prescribes some medication to help the pain until a "real dentist" can take it out. What do you know... that is the only medication I have ever had a reaction to.

So back to our original dentist story; 2 years ago I went to the dentist. I was informed that my sealant was loose and stuff was getting underneath it. No matter how hard I brushed I couldn't actually clean the stuff that was trapped underneath the sealant. So in my childish fear of the dentist I didn't go back for 2 years. I was told I had amazingly clean teeth especially for someone who hadn't been in for 2 years though. Now I need to plan a time for them to fill my tooth :( I bet you would never believe me if I told you I actually worked as a dental assistant.

Kirsten was a bit skeptical but got to play with all their equipment. Here she is chillin in the chairThey gave her a tooth brush.
What else have we been up to? We took off the front part of Kirsten's crib making it a toddler bed. We are still waiting for daddy to make her a toddler bed so Mikelle can have the crib, but daddy is a little behind on the tasks and Kirsten is starting to kick at the bars. I figured I would convert it anyways so that it is still in one piece when Mikelle gets to use it. Goodbye precious nap/ quiet time. It was nice to have a moment to myself while it lasted. She has been doing decent at bedtime. We stay nearby to make sure she doesn't get out and only leave the door to her room and our room open so she cant wander at night.

Here is Mikelle having tummy time. She is so cute. She is very persistent about being held. She wants you to hold her a certain way. Then make sure you are walking or swaying. If you are not she is a demon child. But an angel when you follow her rules. She rules the house.
This is my newest project! The playroom is now going to be used as a pre-preschool also! We got a calendar, board puzzles, posters (numbers, alphabet, colors, shapes,) and a today's weather is ... tomorrows weather will be... signs!!! I'm so excited! Starting in May I am going to have a learning schedule for Kirsten.
The "evaluator lady" for speech therapy came today. I dont know how I feel about it. I didnt like her "Evaluating" my child. I could tell the types of tests she was doing and the things she was looking for, none of which had anything to do with speech. I felt extremely triumphant when Kirsten would get a test right (putting a toy under a cup and moving them to see if she still knew where the toy was, ect). I also felt a bit mad at the lady when she would give Kirsten a test that I don't think many "barely 2 year olds" would get. Like knowing all the colors and shapes, or things that older kids wouldn't even know. She did say she was testing her on things up to age 4. But I didn't care. It still made me mad. I don't know why. Maybe it was an overprotective mommy instinct. They are going to have a meeting on Wednesday to "talk about her" and decide on what they think they should do and get back to me.

I don't know what they think they are going to try that I haven't. But hopefully something will work. We read an average of 20 books a day. Yes, I'm serious. We are working on talking about animals and their sounds. Once I get to kitty nothing else is exists, she loves kitty kitty's. I have kid music on a lot. I talk about everything we do, tell her what everything is, why we are doing it, as if she actually cares. I sing her nursery rhymes a lot. I count things aloud with her. I just feel so helpless and useless. Which is another reason why we are starting the pre-preschool routine. Maybe that will help.

Part of me feels like the lady was judging me or Kirsten and doesn't want to let them back in my home. The other part is so desperate to get Kirsten to start talking I want them to come back right away. I don't know how I feel.