being a boy

We had a pretty decent weekend. Although, I admit it's taken me until now to fully feel comfortable blogging about it. After a fun-filled-homeowner-type Saturday, we hung out with the James' and had a blast. Then, Josh and Jon decided to hit the show of a cover band so Jon was helping me get the kids to bed. Mason was freaking out b/c he wanted to climb in the tub on his own. So, thinking I'd satisfy him, I pulled him and out and let him climb down on his own. Seemed like a good idea at the time....

Within a second or two, I realized it wasn't. He slipped trying to climb back in. And did that. I felt HORRIBLE. Trying to contain my emotion so I could calm him down, I got him dried off and dressed. Then, as I was putting towels away, he started climbing up the vanity for his tooth brush. Instead of stopping to help him, I told him to hang on while I hung up the towels. Bad idea number 2. He slipped again and bit his tongue on the side partway down. Poor kid. Two mouth injuries in as many minutes.... I was feeling REALLY down by now and we were hurrying to get the kids down before Jon left. Bless his heart, he offered to stay. I said I was fine. Not entirely true, but I wanted him to go have a good time.

We got him to a dentist today and I was so scared how it would go. He lets Dr. V check him out, but the pediatrician here in Las Vegas didn't go so well. I was nervous to say the least. Brooklyn was way bummed she wasn't getting her teeth cleaned, which is good. So, we took him in. He climbed up on the chair. Opened his mouth every time they asked him to, and even let the dentist file down the sharp corner. I was SHOCKED to say the least. Needless to say, his tooth isn't bothering him and looks less like it was chipped. Hopefully there wasn't any damage to his permanent tooth. OIY. Bring on the mother of the year....