While we were at Lowe's today with Matthew's parents, I happened to see Jacob's teeth at a strange angle and noticed his new tooth coming in! In fact, after reviewing the photos, the other one is erupting too. This is great, a big deal, tooth fairies and monetery rewards and all that. Except I hate all things having to do with teeth. Ok, so I own a Dental Anthropology textbook, admittedly, but it's one thing to read about them.. and another to have to deal with them in a mouth.
Probably because I have not the best teeth in the world. I have a great bite and alignment, but weak teeth. My sister, however, got genetically impermeable teeth that may be completely out of alignment, but have yet to get even a cavity. Sigh.
Then there is the issue with the kids and their teeth grinding. It sends shivers down my spine and makes me cringe. The entire vacation in October I slept with earplugs inserted in my ears so that I would not have to listen to their (mainly Tabitha) grinding of their teeth. I liken it to a sound one might make when chewing on gravel. Loud, horrible, and unnatural. I am getting freaked out just recalling it. And also this week I had the pleasure of a root canal and a subsequent appointment with the oral surgeon for an extraction. yippee.
So, when we got home I looked at this tooth, with motherly care, and tried to rock it, wiggle it, etc. Thankfully it wasn't budging.... because I need a few days or weeks of mental preparations. I may be more traumatised that the kiddos.
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