We had to take Christopher to the dentist today. His face collided with a dining room chair yesterday. There was blood, but he calmed down fairly quickly, so I didn't think much of it. Then Ben told me he noticed some blood while he was brushing his teeth that night. When Christopher complained of pain while trying to bite into an apple, I pinned him down to take a look. His lower front tooth did not look quite right. And there was bruising on his gums. Uh-oh. Yes, you guessed it: the tooth is loose. The dentist wanted to take an x-ray to make sure the tooth is not fractured, but Christopher was in hysterics so that did not happen. The dentist said that the tooth may firm back up, but if not, it might have to be pulled. That kid.
On the way home from the dentist, Clare asked me many detailed questions about Jesus, God, and death. Needless to say, I needed a drink.
As for my bad mood, I am just having one of those weeks. I am sick of looking at other people's poop and putting on other people's shoes. I am sure it is because I am tired due to the aforementioned children not sleeping through the night.
I take an ECFE class once a week, which I normally love. However, sometimes it makes me spiral. The teacher or speaker offers information about what we should or should not say to our kids, and all of the things we do need to tell our kids to keep them safe, and I start to think I am DOING IT ALL WRONG and my kids will be SCARRED FOR LIFE. Probably not, though, right?
And at least there are moments like this, however brief:
Also: this face. Face paint by Christopher, courtesy of the Minnesota Children's Museum.