After yesterday's Raving Lunatic Mom rant, I am overjoyed to report that the Behavior Pendulum has come back my way.
Today, Urban Kid 2 was beeeeyond excited to help me put together dinner. We did it this afternoon, -- one of those Campbell's Cream of Whatever-chicken-noodle-veggie casserole things -- covered it in foil and stashed it in the fridge, all the while with her beaming with pride and feeling ever so grown up beyond her sweet 3 1/2 years.
Later came (insert dum-dum-dum-ddduuuuuuuuuuuuummmmm music here)..... The Dental Appointment. I reminded her repeatedly of how yesterday's Doctor Awesome appointment went, of how the rest of Urban Kid 2's day went as a result of it, of how she was going to tell Urban Dad how her day went today, etc.
And at The Dental Appointment, after a skittish start in the waiting room, she was all Love And Sunshine. I had to lay in the chair with her as something of an extra layer for her to stretch out on, but she opened as wide as she could and all but thrust her face up at the doctor. She cheerfully and politely answered the dentist's questions. Finally, I told the hygienist that she could have Urban Dad's next paycheck if she managed to both clean Urban Kid 2's teeth and get the fluoride treatment done.
Urban Kid 2 obediently kept that mouth open, occasionally clutching my hand along the way. And no, I'm still not sure about how I'm going to explain things to Urban Dad.....
Six months ago, the dentist barely got the quickest of glances into Urban Kid 2's mouth, acknowledged that we could forget about even trying for a cleaning and didn't even bother charging for the appointment.
Perhaps the dentist will come with me to the next pediatrician appointment? If she's especially brave, perhaps the grocery store even?