Teeth

Isaiah's been seeing an orthodontist for a while now (ever since he had his first "shark tooth" growing in behind his baby teeth).  After having a few consultations over the last year, I'd kind of forgotten what purpose they had until we went in a few weeks ago, and Dr. Beckstrom said, "I want to see him back . . . oh, about August . . . and well put on some braces."  Gasp!  Braces!  Already!  Poor kid, his teeth are really so crowded.  About two weeks ago he had four teeth (five if you count the one that was about to fall out on its own) pulled to make room for his permanent teeth. 

Before:

After:

He was so brave at the dentist, waving me off to head to the library while he sucked down laughing gas and played his DS (it's right across the street, and I was only gone about 20 minutes, tops).  I came back and checked on him and he had even fallen asleep and slept through them filling his cavity.  Unfortunately, he woke up to them pulling the teeth.  Even still, he was super brave and held still.  Isaiah was really proud of all those teeth, they were "so cool!"  So cool, in fact, that the tooth fairy couldn't find them that night.  It turned out he had hidden them.  We discussed it with him, and he decided to leave her a note: