The baby turned three on Sunday and everything has changed. Yesterday started with a visit to the dentist for Anderson's first cleaning. It went okay. He didn't love how the twirly tooth brush tickled his lips. But he did love the sucky thing. I held it and kept putting it in his mouth, getting it stuck to his tongue.
He has been a pacifier kid since day 1 and the dentist let us know that it was ruining his bite. Instead of weeing him off of it and keep it around through our vacation coming up, we decided to go cold turkey and throw the dentist under the bus for the reason why he couldn't have it anymore. It's been a little rough, mostly at bedtimes. He cries and cries, "my pafier, MY PAFIER!!!" He hasn't taken a nap since taking it away either. Oy.
This morning we had our three year check up at the doctor's. He weighed 31 pounds and was 37-1/2 inches tall. He did well answering questions. The doctor let us know that potty training was coming soon. Please. PLEASE!!!!
Now all we need to do is get him (a) potty trained and (b) into his bed. He still loves to sleep in his crib and asks to sleep in it. He's so big.