Jack made his first trip to the dentist last week. I was talking it up to him all morning trying to get him excited (or trying to get myself excited, since I had an exam too, for the first time in....a long time). And he LOVED it! They didn't do much - just got him used to sitting in the chair and showed him what the dental tools did. The dentist counted his teeth and he was so proud to tell everyone that day that he had "twenty teeth! Ten on top, ten on bottom!"
And in late December, Jack made his first visit to a different kind of doctor...in the ER. He swallowed a dime! He was sitting at the table drinking chocolate milk, and I was in the kitchen with my back to him, and I heard him kinda mumbling to himself, "money, money, money..." Then I heard a tiny gag - it sounded more like a little cough, and he starting whining a little bit and looked really nervous. I asked what was wrong and he said, "I ate money!" So using my mothering detective skills I grabbed a bunch of coins and asked him which kind he ate. He picked up the dime and said, "the little one." I was trying so hard not to laugh at this point (he was fine, people, I promise) and I asked him how he ate the money. He said, "It wanted to swim in his chocolate milk." Oh boy...
A quick trip to the ER to "take a picture of his tummy", make sure it would pass through him okay, and a few days later we found this little surprise in the toilet. Yes, we cleaned it, and yes...we're keeping it.
Mr. Jack turned three yesterday, and I have no idea where time has gone! He makes us laugh all the time as he comes up with new expressions, phrases, and dance moves constantly.
Happy birthday little man, we sure do love you, and we're so glad you've been sent to our family!