The $100 Tootsie Roll

One year and two months ago, roughly, Stephanie had to have general anesthesia to fix a chipped tooth.  Tuesday, we were back in the office to replace the crown, as it cracked off that morning in an unfortunate tootsie roll incident (though Alaina did suggest that I tell everyone it was a carrot, which I may consider doing for my more public persona).  Spoiler alert:  In case you don't want to read the entire post, here's what is about to happen... I am going to go through lots of details about the day, trying to stick to the funniest ones, and then I am going to spend several sentences in the "she's growing up so fast" vein.  There will be no pictures, but plenty of charming anecdotes, so please, if you would like, read on...
The morning started with a ton of errands, so many in fact, that I was having anxiety dreams about it the night before in which I could not find the chicken broth at the grocery store.  We successfully navigated the longest grocery trip first thing in the morning, leaving only picking up Kevin's car battery, Target, Checkers (our very favorite grocery store for produce!), and the bank, when I handed Stephanie a tootsie roll as requested.  With a "crunch" from the backseat, I glanced in the mirror and I could clearly see her tooth was missing the crown.  In a surprising moment of non-panic (sad regret, yes, but no actual panic), I reached back, dug out the pieces of tooth from her mouth, and made a right hand turn from the stop sign at which I sat to head home.  She was pretty upset at first, but I told her we would go to the dentist and that it would be fine.  If you have followed my previous posts, then you know how she feels about the dentist, so she pulled it together while I ran groceries inside and called the dentist.  They needed to talk to the dentist and call me back, and I decided to try to trooper on through the errands when I saw that she really wasn't too upset.  She had already been promised a toy (love the "One Spot"!) from Target for being "good" (read, not a heinous mess) at the grocery store, so I went straight for the gold and reminded her of the toy.  In reality, I wanted to go get the battery first because that made so much more sense geographically.  I offered that we could go to Target first and get her toy, or we could go get Daddy's car battery first and then Target.  She sniffled a bit and said, "We get Daddy's battery first, his car no working".  Side note:  The car not working and the battery thing has been interesting to her this week.  We watched Kevin take it out of the car, and then he went to the battery store.  He left the battery there to be charged, and she was a little curious about why he had to leave it and did not bring it home.  At Best Buy the next day, she got super excited, and bee-lined away from me to go find him to drag him across the store to show him that she had found batteries for his car.  In this case, an entire display of AA, AAA and D batteries, all of which, I am fairly certain, will not work in his car, but ridiculously funny and cute.  Back to tooth day-  We picked up the battery, and headed to Target, at which point I realized it made more sense to go to Checkers before Target, so I suckered her into that too.  Then off to Target for real, where I ended up getting her 5 puzzles-  a little guilt plus the fact that I kind of love doing puzzles with her, and she is Ah-mazing to watch working on a puzzle.  She can do a 24 piece by herself, and we just watch in awe.  And, she will spend a solid 20 minutes with a puzzle, and not many activities last that long.  By then, we have a dentist appointment, and I realize that there will be no nap today, as the timing is just not going to work.
At the dentist, I quickly realize this is not the crisis I had imagined.  As soon as they lay her back, I can see the white filling in her tooth, and it occurs to me that the tooth was cleaned and packed last time, and all that has happened is that the crown has broken off, so this particular tootsie roll only cost us $100 as opposed to the $1000 trip and fall (though, to be fair, it would have been more like $500 without dental insurance this time, and the first time daycare insurance mostly paid).  And it was about then that I also realized how much has changed in a year and a few months.  The first time we were there, she had to be held by us and was clearly nervous the entire time.  This time, she climbed up in the dentist chair, answered the hygienist's questions, and, here was where I was totally shocked-  when they needed to X-ray her to make sure the root was sound, she went with the technician, climbed into a huge chair, wore the lead apron, and just sat still while the hygienist did the X-ray, with me in the other room- a far cry from Kevin having to bear hug her still last time.  If you asked me what she was like a year ago, I don't really remember... we are just constantly living life now, and what she was doing or not doing a year ago isn't really pertinent, but sitting in the same place a year later really reminded me of how FAST she is growing up, which, by the way, if you ask something like "When did you get so heavy?", she will respond, "I growing up so fast.".  Yes, Stephanie, you clearly are.
In terms of the tooth, they were able to fix it that day.  Kevin had planned on leaving work to come to the procedure, but they scheduled things pretty quickly and Kevin can only bike across town so fast, so I told him we were okay.  In fact, they gave us just enough time to walk across the street to the bank (that's right, Mom and Stephanie actually did ALL the day's errands, even with a little unplanned dental work!) and do a little coloring in the waiting room.  I think Kevin felt a little bad that he wasn't going to make it... Perhaps he was thinking of the last visit and had no idea that we were happily coloring waiting to be seen again, and I was not stuck managing an anxious baby/toddler on my own.
During the procedure, they gave her a little nitrous and sent me out of the room.  About 20 minutes later, they delivered her to the waiting room to me, where she did quiz me for several minutes as to why I left the room, but otherwise seemed fine.  The tooth looks great, and I have since thoroughly inspected the rest of the Halloween candy for any tootsie rolls or Baby Ruths.  Oh, and I actually lied, I do have a picture (and if you have read this far, you deserve one)!  When I realized Kevin wasn't going to make it, I snapped a few shots of the tooth so that he could see it pre-repair.  She was more than happy to show it off.  I am skipping the shot where you can see the tooth, as it is not very flattering, but this one shows that she was more than happy to have a few photos of her sad little tooth before we could fix it.

Trick or Treat

So, we are officially three weeks into November, and I have not yet posted any Halloween pictures-  time to correct that!

This was essentially our first Halloween with Stephanie, as she hasn't really been interested until this year. Typically, dressing up isn't actually all that interesting to her, but she was pretty excited to get her jack-o'-lantern costume out and the chance to collect a bag full of candy was irresistible.  I dressed up too and was feeling like a cool Mom.  But, as over enthusiastic for Halloween as Kevin is, he definitely won the cool parent in costume award.  Multiple houses offered him candy in addition to Stephanie, which I think he probably should have accepted :)

Kids in our neighborhood weren't out until 6:30, and it was quite chilly.  Stephanie started out swaggering down the sidewalk, but stopped short at the driveway of the first house, refusing to go up to the door.  We coerced her, tried to get a "Trick or Treat" or "Thank you", but nothing.  Kevin carried her up to the next few houses, and then she got a grip as to what exactly was happening and was fully on board.  No matter how far we walked, she would say, "I go to 'nother house" and she ended up with a ton of candy, which is currently being eaten at a rate of one piece a day...  

I gave up at 7:30 and went home to hand out candy, of which I had bought a ton, imagining that Stephanie would go to a few houses and then be back home.  There weren't as many kids out as normal, and we live on the non-sidewalk side of the street (parents with the cute little kids in wagons don't typically drop by), and it was getting dark and late and even colder at that point, so I mostly got teenagers in well-thought out costumes like Chief's jerseys.  While I was disappointed in the trick or treaters I had, I like to think that our little Stephanie brightened lots of doorways.  

One of our neighbors really really likes Halloween.  This was our third or fourth house, so Kevin was still hauling her up to the door to beg for candy!

Counter Offer

Like any nearly 3 year old worth her salt, Stephanie is learning the fine art of negotiation.  It started this summer, actually, but her skills then were limited to always negotiating for 4 of anything.  That's a fine tactic when talking about M&Ms and chicken nuggets, but it served her less well when, at the playground, I would say, "10 more minutes Stephanie" and she would say, "4 more minutes!".  Sure, you got it, kid!  Lately, though, she has really stepped up her game, and I have a few prime examples of her sharp negotiation tactics, all taking place in less than 36 hours.
It has been my habit in the last few months to have a squeeze yogurt available in the car for our commute home.  This involves me remembering to freeze squeeze yogurts, transport them to my office fridge, and then remembering to bring one with me when I leave my office, so occasionally, I don't have one, but that is fairly unusual.  Except on Monday, when I did forget to grab one from my office on my way out.  I picked her up from school, we headed out to the car, where she asked, before getting in the car, "Did you bring one or two squeeze yogurts?"  I told her I didn't bring any.  This was not well received and demands were made to go to my office to get one, which I allowed because it wasn't worth her being upset over and she had me laughing that her starting point was to ask for up to two yogurts.
Bringing us to Tuesday morning.  I had an 8:30 appointment and left the house at 8:25.  Stephanie promptly woke up at 8:28, leaving Kevin in the undesirable position of explaining that Mom was not home and no chance that I would be back for at least 35 minutes.  This is very atypical, and bound to end badly, so Kevin responded to a few rounds of "I want my Mommy!" with "Mommy isn't here, but I have been authorized to make you a very lucrative offer.  You could watch an episode of Dora or George." at which point she sniffled a bit and said, "And I want a cheese stick."  One episode of Dora and a cheese stick later, Mom was home to a drama free house, so I think that negotiation went well for everyone.
Bringing us to Tuesday night.  Stephanie has come to the realization that candy is delicious.  When we were potty training, we used M&Ms as incentives, and it worked well.  I was worried about the long term impact, but she did eventually forget about getting one after potty.  She would occasionally ask for one, and I normally would give her one, as it is unusual for her to make the request. At one point, I temporarily ran out of M&Ms, and introduced Hershey Kisses to her instead.  Lately, the request is more common, so we do say no after one or two requests in a day, but who can blame her for asking!  After a potty break last night, she asked Kevin for 2 Kisses.  Kevin said, "No, we started that with M&Ms, so you can have 2 M&Ms or 1 Kiss."  She gave this a little thought, and said, "I want one of each."  Kevin acquiesced, as one M&M in addition to the 1 Kiss he had already offered was small beans, and she had taken us a little by surprise at her compromise offer.
The part that is comical and disturbing is that this seems to all have started happening in a matter of days, even though I'm sure she was occasionally doing it for months.  She has suddenly, it would seem, realized the power of negotiation, we have, just as suddenly, realized we need to keep up with our little lawyer as we negotiate this new phase.