Mommy's Little Baby Girl

We had a little trauma this week. Kimmie's dentist appointment.

Kimmie has an almost constant fear that she's going to the dentist. Whenever anything is out of the normal routine, her first response is, "Dentist none, no, no, no."

And since she can read the calendar, she sometimes figures out when there is a dentist appointment.

When I confirmed that she had an appointment, she started signing "Cry, cry" and working herself into a sob.

I tried to remind her that she is a big girl. I told her that big girls don't cry when they go to the dentist, they cooperate.

Later we were eating supper with Dad and she started in again with crying. I repeated that big girls don't cry, they cooperate. Dad asked her, "Kimmie, are you a big girl?"

Kimmie's response, "Little baby girl, Mommy's little baby girl."

We had to laugh. She's never called herself a little girl or a baby girl, and has sometimes corrected me with "big girl" when I've called her "my little girl." But this time she was able to follow the logic that she needed to be a little girl to cry at the dentist's office.

She actually cried before and especially after, worked herself into quite a sob when they were finished with her. I guess she needed to make sure they knew how she felt about the whole ordeal. It only took two of us to hold her in the chair while the hygienist and dentist did their stuff. That is an improvement. Little by little she fights less and less.

Mommy's little baby girl!

--Mom