Who Says Orthodontics Can't Be Fun?

Yesterday, the lovely Elaina had a rite of passage that I thought would come much further down the line, but no, we weren’t that lucky. The seven-yr-old had to get braces to start working on that bite of hers. (I take that back, unlucky would have been the TWINS in braces!)

And here it is in all its glory. (It must really stink having a mother who scrapbooks. Seriously, I’m going to have to learn how to use a telescopic lens so that I don’t humiliate my babies all of the way through middle/high school.)

I couldn’t believe how brave she was. This process is weird and painful and just dreadful. She was a complete trooper and did everything she was asked without complaint (of course, last night after church she was having a moment because it hurts a LOT).

I tried to joke and keep the mood light while the process was happening. So, while we were waiting on the next step to start up, I told her that when we got home, just at random for no reason whatsoever periodically throughout the day, I expected her to fling her arms in the air above her head and scream, “WHEEEEEEE!” at the top of her lungs.

She looked at me like I was crazy (nothing new there) and said, “Why would I do that?”

I deadpanned back to her, “Because we just put an entire trip to Disney World in your mouth.”

Elaina seriously said, “Well, it doesn’t feel like Disney World in there.”

Bless her heart.

Elaina Before
Star Trek has nothing on the gear at this orthodontist's office. Seriously.



She is going to kill me for this one day.

Elaina All Done! Just as fabulous as before...