Here's a picture of Lauren at the dentist. Apparently she did quite well, and only cried a little during the x-ray part, but I'm guessing that's because the wife couldn't go in there (due to the fact that she's carrying my seed and all). Other than that, she was super.



See, a couple of weeks ago, we got an "Ouchie Report" from school because she fell flat on her face on the playground and got a fat lip.

Then, a few days later, we noticed that her tooth was changing color.

Worried that it was permanent damage (or as permanent as damage can be in a baby tooth), we took her to the dentist.

All looks good. The discoloration may go away or it may not. She'll get another check up on it in two months. But for now, everything seems fine.

(except for what's now apparently referred to as Potty Training Regression. That means she's decided to pee in her pants anywhere from one to five times a day. Man, is that fun. I'm sure it's anxiety about the baby or just attention related, but gosh honey, can't you just ask me to play with you instead of peeing your way thru four outfits in a day?)