Supposed to be about Christmas...but isn't

yeah.
thought I might write about the tree.

or our cute matching
very warm long underwear.

or the awesome local farmer's parade

where Santa needed help off the combine.

But no.
I can't.
I can't get today's dentist appointment out of my mind.
So here goes.
Luckily
WITHOUT
pictures...

the little man fell asleep on the way home from school
deeply asleep for the 30minute car ride
carry him inside
cuddle on the couch in a winter coat
load him back into the car an hour later
drive to the dentist
unload him
finally wake him up in the waiting room
sort of deep sleep....
not normal in my no-napper.
worrisome even.
but no fever or anything so off we went to the magic chair...

dude was great
there is one soft spot
deep in a pit
needs filling
probably in March
but after that we can go every 6 months
rather than every 3
he is a champion cleaner apparently

but the oral aversion
and the teeny little dixie cup of foam fluoride
BAD match

dental hygienist won that one
by letting him have the sucking slurper thing-y
he could sick it in his mouth any time he needed to
keeping the vomit at bay

and a dino toothbrush
and an army guy toy

home we went
to dinner
white pasta
and milk to start
to match the foam he apparently wasn't slurping
but was rather swallowing
cause when I brought out the broccoli
one look
and the pasta
the milk
and the foam
(which had gained enormous volume-
from dixie cup to like a gallon)
came spewing like Mount St. Helene

over and over again
(completely missing his power ranger pj's
thank you very much)

at bedtime he couldn't drink his precious baba
put it in the fridge saying,
"Mama, I don't feel like puking
but i feel weak in my stomach."

Yeah
so do i buddy
hope we make it through the night