So, it was the first week that our family had been home after several July trips, and I knew that I had a dentist appointment on Tuesday, because the lovely people at my dentist office called to remind me the week before. I took Gracie with me, because last time they counted her teeth and gave her a toothbrush during my check-up and they told me to bring her along again to see if she'd go for sitting in the chair.
1) I knew it was going to be a momentous visit when on the way to our appointment the van hit one of those magic numbers on the odometer and--LUCKY FOR ME!--we carry the camera in the car for nerdy occasions such as these! :) [Please DON'T notice that the car is going faster than 40 mph while I'm taking this picture--but if you DO notice, rest easy knowing that I'm blindly snapping three or four pictures while my eyes are fully on the road.]
2) The next memory, that is now etched in my brain, happened when I told the front desk that I had a 4:00 appointment. When they squinted their eyes at the computer screen and asked me how I spelled my last name, my brain triggered: "My appointment is NEXT Tuesday, isn't it?" Yep. They called me TWO weeks before my appointment! After they assured me that this happens more often than one would think (and after I laughed and explained I was a teacher on "summer-brain") they were able to squeeze us into their schedule and Gracie and I went back...
3) And here Gracie sits, no big deal at all, waiting for her teeth to be cleaned. She didn't even need me there--another hygienist took her away while I was getting my X-rays. (I had to ask to get up to go take a picture before my cleaning--moms need to record such moments!) She had zero cavities, thought the cleaning tickled, and even let the dentist look in her mouth. It was a great appointment--meant to be, even if it wasn't scheduled to happen. :)
