Extraction..

My wonderful parents have been up here two weeks with me. I love my parents and the kids love their Pop and Grandma! They've taken the kids for walks, to the pool, to the bus stops--and have played wii and dolls until they're probably blue in the face. Thanks Mom and Dad! They watched the kids so I could go to NYC, they were here so that I could deal with Ashley's surgery/tonsils removal and finally I made sure they were here so I could deal with Austin's first extraction.

When the dentist has to pull a tooth out, the word extraction seems so violating. So painful. So intense. Austin had to get his front tooth pulled because the baby did not want to come out! The other permanent one was there, but the little baby tooth was going nowhere. So, we went back to the "orange room". You know, the room with the door on it in the back of the dentists office? That's where the extractions and bad kids go. With a little laughing gas, some glasses with a movie on them hooked to an ipod (Gotta love Gainesville Pediatric Dentistry)Austin was getting more calm. The dentist and I started chitty chatting and after 3 minutes (Austin didn't even know he got a shot) Austin called out to interrupt our girl talk on vacations "Hello? Can we just get this over with?" The dentist laughed at Austins candor and with 2 small pull that last ed about 2 seconds, voila! Tooth in hand.

That night he wrote a letter to the toothfairy:
1. Are you really Duane Johnsons from the movie The Toothfairy?
2. Do you really live in a mansion made of teeth?
3. Do you really have wings?
4. Can I get a really good tip this time?

The letter was wonderful and the tooth fairy I'm sure had a great time filling the letter back out and slipping it and some money under his pillow with some extra pixy dust/glitter.