Teeth, Teeth, and more Teeth!

I had my semi-annual dentist appointment yesterday (and, yes, for those of you wondering, I am still a proud member of the no cavity club!) As Emma's care giver's son has pink eye, I was lucky enough to stay home with her yesterday so she got to accompany me to the dentist. All the way there I kept telling her little eight month old self that only big girls are lucky enough to get to go to the dentist. I personally love the dentist - the no cavity thing may perpetuate that and perhaps if I had encountered the drill at a young age my tune might be different; however, I love the dentist. And the fluoride. OK I'll admit the fluoride part is a little weird. The hygienist admits something to me right after I once again profess my love for the obligatory minute-long swishing and toss back the tiny cup. She tells me that the brand is different and it is more of a baking soda, salty taste. And that I might not like it. Not what I wanted to hear after I start swishing - especially when I had been looking forward to this part! However, the taste wasn't that bad and she hurriedly assured me that they were switching back. Phew.
Anyway, back to my story. While I am being cleaned, flossed, examined, etc. Emma is happily sucking on her Colors book while sitting in her stroller. Until she becomes bored and starts squealing. Luckily, I have been going to this dentist since I was about five years old and they like me. They adore Emma as this is her second trip with me and she seems to gather friends everywhere we go. So thankfully, instead of garnering steely glances from both employees and patrons alike, she got smiles and laughs which made her laugh. And show off her tiny little teeth. I truly turned into Ultra Proud Mamma as I coaxed her to show her 4 adorable teeth to the doctor. It was silly on my part. But I managed to keep her somewhat happy (thankfully the squeals were more of "Hey look! I have vocal chords and I know how to use them! Would you like to hear me?" instead of unruly, nasty screaming. Thankfully. And figured out how to get a dental exam while pushing a stroller back and forth with my foot. The epitome of multi-tasking.
The little love bug fell asleep on the way home but was instantly awake when we entered the house. See, Kylie heard us come in and was sitting next to the washer and dryer by the back door. In front of her food bowl. Like there is anyway on this great green earth, we would ever forget to feed her. But her tail, loudly thumping on the dryer woke the little princess up. So much for an afternoon nap. But when I took her to the changing table to change what I figured surely was a wet diaper, my daily task took on a much more exciting role. For as I laid the little miss down, I noticed that not only were the top two teeth almost the same length now, but a new, fifth tooth had made an appearance with absolutely no fanfare! I had no idea she was even working on a new one! She beamed at me and flashed her now five teeth, and I squealed with delight. After I excitedly told Jeff, we called our moms (please don't be offended if we didn't call you. We thought we were a bit over the top to even call our moms but someone had to share in our news and who better to appreciate the news than a couple of seasoned moms??) and did a little happy dance. New parents are silly, aren't they? I'm a grown woman excited about four tiny white ridges of a newly formed upper left tooth. And PROUD of it!!