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The Teeth that Nearly Weren’t

Sheesh! My girl. My wants-to-be-a-doctor-girl-princess-nurse-cowgirl-hippityhop girl. She’ll do anything for a bit of excitement, that one.

Right around the just-before-dinner-time-when-everyone-is-distracted time last night, Niamh decided to get from point A (armchair) to point B (blanket box) teeth-first. Owwww. There was blood, and tears and pain, but no missing teeth, and no wobbly ones, so we thought she might have escaped serious damage (let’s face it, this is not the first mouth injury Niamh has sustained – been there, done that). But this morning the swelling and angle of her top teeth suggested otherwise, so it was off to the dentist for us.


The good news is that even though the teeth have been shifted, it’s not enough for major concern – they aren’t back behind the bottom teeth, so they might even move back into position over time. The wait-and-see bit is that the dentist can’t tell us whether there has been root/nerve damage – so the teeth might still turn grey if there has. Or even have to be extracted. The thought of which makes me cry a little inside 🙁

So there’s been a bit of artwork distraction therapy this afternoon. And some dentist role-playing with the stuffed-toy collection, naturally. She’ll probably want to be a doctor-girl-princess-nurse-cowgirl-hippityhop-dentist now, I expect.



How cute is my smiley-face belly in “Mum with Niamh in her tummy”?!


A sweet little girl called Molly came to live with us today.

Molly’s name used to be Jeanette, but a certain newly-minted three year old declared with authority as the wrapping came off today that “her name is Molly”. Just quietly, I think Molly suits her a little better, don’t you? (Also, just quietly, with Niamh’s propensity for making up wacky and unpronounceable names, it was a bit of a relief to hear just ‘Molly’!)

Molly and Niamh seem to get along just fine. There has been a lot of “Molly & Me….” action today.

Molly came with us to playgroup, where we celebrated Three with monster cupcakes, design and details of which were overseen by the creative director herself. (I am just the hired help).

I wonder how the other mothers appreciated me dosing their young ‘uns up with sugar, chocolate and coffee laden cakes? Heh.

Happy Birthday Niamh. Life just wouldn’t be the same, sweet one.