We were in Red Deer tonight, for the boys' dentist appointments (the hygienist asked about you Amber, how you were doing). Gunnar has "wonderful" teeth, no sign of the cross-bite coming back, and they were able to tell from the x-ray that he has some "large" adult teeth about to come in ("large" - ha ha ha Gunnar, I too suffer from the curse of large teeth). I was mostly concerned about Ardan's teeth, specifically his right front tooth, as it is coming in crooked. But they said most likely it will straighten itself out over time, so that was a relief to hear. He had a small "pit" on his one tooth that they just filled in with sealant. It was a good dentist visit and the kids got their "free!" toothbrushes and little toys, so they were happy.
Afterwards, we were able to do a bit of Christmas shopping and for some miraculous reason (most likely because it was so late) the mall wasn't jam-packed with people like you'd expect during the holiday shopping season.
Tyler had come into Red Deer in his own vehicle so he took the boys back home and I had the two little ones. Before I even got Ryder into his car seat, he was screaming and crying, I assumed because he wanted his bottle. During the dentist visit, Tyler had taken Ryder in his stroller for a long walk around the mall, and had tucked his bottle away somewhere. I searched through Ryder's diaper bag, the shopping bags... nothing. No bottle. Arrghhh! Tyler must have put the bottle in one of his own shopping bags, which he'd taken with him when he left with the boys. So allllllll the way home I had to listen to Ryder screeching at the top of the lungs, wanting his baba. It was an absolute nightmare.
Then, about ten minutes from Sylvan, a U2 song came on the radio, Sunday Bloody Sunday. Suddenly there was silence. I turned the volume up and for the entire duration of the song, there was absolute, blessed silence. When the next song came back on, so did the screeching. I flipped through the radio stations, and came across another U2 song, With or Without You. Again, there was silence. For the entire song, nothing but silence. I was flabbergasted! Ryder loves U2!!! Of course, the screeching commenced when the song ended, and it continued until we got into the house. I quickly made a bottle for Ryder but when I gave it to him, he batted it out of my hand! He wanted nothing to do with it! WTF?! That has never happened before.
It was only when I spotted Ryder crouched down behind a chair, red-faced, grunting and straining, and then changed his pants only to find rock-hard rabbit turds, that I realized the poor little thing must have been constipated and had been having gas pains on the ride home. Awwwww!
But I did learn something tonight - that I need to pick up U2's Greatest Hits CD pronto for future screeching fits!!
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