Showing posts with label braces. Show all posts
Showing posts with label braces. Show all posts

Friday, February 5, 2010

Still Here

I feel it is my duty to report that Matt is STILL wearing braces.  Yes, we are a little bummed.  He was set to get them off this week...or so we thought.  What Matt and I understood to be a "take these things off" appointment was actually a "let's see how straight your teeth are" appointment.  Argh.  BUT...we did set that "take these things off" appointment.  Two more months.

I need to compliment the kid, though.  His teeth are doing what they should be doing.  He HAS been wearing those rubberbands that I showed you yesterday.  It's just that the orthodontist did not schedule a long enough appointment.  Man oh man.

But look at the cool "power chain" that Matt got put over his bands.  He thinks it looks really cool.

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I think it looks like it's already paid for, so I'm good with it.  Does this power chain now make him a Power Ranger?

Thursday, February 4, 2010

They're Everywhere

Both kids have had braces over the last several years.  It seems like this is a neverending story.  First Matt had a limited set.  Then Mackenzie got an appliance to adjust her jaw for over a year.  She spent the following 1 1/2 years in braces - the last 1/2 year was because she, um, "forgot" to wear her rubberbands as the orthodontist had directed her.  She was liberated in July 2008 just in time for Matt to get a full set of braces a couple of months later.  His braces are now in their extended stay period.  Yep, same reason.

In order to remind himself to wear the rubberbands, Matt keeps little packs of these things all over the place.  Consequently, those little things escape all over the house and car.  All over.

One of Matt's favorite storage facilities for these little beauties is in the van catch all tray.  Right near my pens, spare change, XM remote, and cell phone rests one of the MANY packs of rubberbands.

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One day, I will be able to report that these things no longer reside in my van.  Or on the kitchen island.  Or on the dining room floor.  Or in his jeans pockets that he forgot to clean out before he threw them in the laundry room.  Uh huh.