Oh, the dentist

Three years old . . . she had her first successful dentist visit this week.  Six months ago, she wouldn't open her mouth enough!  The hygienist asked if I'd read her a book about the dentist, and I felt like a failure for not evening thinking of that!  This time, when we got the reminder call, I quickly placed some dentist books on hold at the library, but they were delayed, and then the library was closed because of snow . . . yet thankfully she had matured enough to open her mouth this time!  

There was a TV in the office playing children's programs, which was quite enthralling to the child who didn't want to take off her mittens, hat or sweater.  :)

She had such a good time that she asked me when we got home if we could go back soon.  Not for a while, sweetie!  

There have been many things like that in her life recently.  Little by little, her mispronunciations are correcting themselves.  She says "walk" instead of "wot," for example.  She sits in a big-girl chair (on her knees) and puts her dish in the sink when she's done eating. Her hair is getting very long, and I'm debating trimming it for a second time.  She gives actual puckery kisses...with her tongue sticking out a little bit!  And she's getting to the point where she can talk about feelings and perceive my feelings.  Moments like that make all the discipline a bit more worth it.