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Hayley had a dentist appointment today and she was incredible. There are days at home when she drives me up one wall and back down the other, but often she is a well-behaved girl in public. Today she was no exception. All around I could hear kids of all ages crying or yelling and Hayley just sat quietly in the chair, spoke politely with the dentist, and co-operated in every way. She even did well with having her x-rays done. I was pretty proud of her. She was also very proud of her gifts. She got a new toothbrush and the dentist was so pleased with her behaviour that she got out the “special” surprise box. Usually they give kids a couple of stickers or erasers, little things. Hayley ended up with a choice between a Barbie sticker album with stickers or a Dora bracelet. I was sure she’s go for the stickers but Dora won, and Hayley came home with a new accessory. She wouldn’t even take it off for bed.

Sometimes she’s such a big girl.

Breanna did well too. She’s teething and going through separation anxiety all at once (not to mention her neverending quest to walk and then rule the world), but I didn’t want to bring her in unless I really had to so that I could concentrate on Hayley. I left Breanna with George’s dad and she was pretty happy. He told me that first she sat in her carseat and laughed at him while he rocked her, and then she fussed so he picked her up and walked her around, showing her all the bright pictures. She was fine right up until a minute before I came out, at which point she missed me and started crying. I came out to the waiting room and heard her crying and saying, “Mamamamamama!”

And yes, she’s been saying “mama” for me and to me for about a week now. She started saying it awhile ago but now she attributes it to me. I hear it every time I leave the room unexpectedly, and she’ll start crawling madly after me, calling for me.

And if you keep reading, I have some videos up at YouTube. One is Breanna grooving and dancing to Aaron Pritchett’s “Hold My Beer” (I’m starting them young on the country music), and one is the crazy stuff that goes on in our home sometimes such as George, Breanna, and Hayley rocking out to Alice Cooper before bed. My camera phone doesn’t always get the best quality for video (although it does great pictures in good lighting; that picture up top was taken with my Nokia), but I think they’re enjoyable nonetheless.

And you can hear my voice which makes me want to never talk again because bleah.

Breanna learns to clap: (14 seconds)

Breanna and her country music: (1 minute 15 seconds)

Alice Cooper mania: (1 minute 5 seconds)

(Note Hayley knows most of the words.)

Enjoy!