Misery Loves Company
My 12-year-old son Noah got his braces this morning and he was so happy and all smiles about it. TRUE, he got only his upper brackets today, versus getting uppers and lowers bonded; lower brackets will follow in a few months. NO, he doesn't have to endure the STUPID bite blockers on his back molars which are so aggravating and make chewing absolute torture. And he's young... not some begrudgingly aging, ex-cheerleading, marginally vain, middle-aged woman like me. This is what I tell myself, anyway, as he oh-so-gracefully enters his era of orthodontics, as compared to my own entry just one week ago -- which was more, shall we say?, of the wriggling-uncomfortably-and-quasi-reluctantly-into-place variety.
Noah requested rainbow alastics his first time outta the gate, which firmly cemented his reputation at Dr. Hood's office as "uber cool" and "adventurous." Rockin'!
Check out this beautiful tin grin. I love this boy!
Now that's a kid with great self confidence...What an awesome rainbow smile and gorgeous blue eyes!!!
Posted by:Shantell | January 29, 2008 at 04:10 PM
I was just here to say the exact same thing as Shantell, what gorgeous blue eyes!
It's great you have each other through your 'brace' journey.
Hugs, Sarah x
Posted by:Sarah | January 30, 2008 at 04:29 AM