Unsure yet undaunted

Landon had a cavity. We were afraid that due to his age, 4, the dentist was going to require an IV sedation for him just as his brother had when he was younger. However, when I took Landon to his dentist last week she suggested we try laughing gas when capping the tooth and if he had a meltdown, we'd schedule another appointment and have an anesthesiologist sedate him.

I have been determined NOT to resort to that form of sedation so I made the appointment for his filling when Daddy was conveniently out of town. Because, you see, Daddy gets way too uptight and in turn his children, feeding off of his anxiety, tend to, well, freak out. Not to mention the poor medical personnel who then have to deal with the patient AND the father. So, to keep everyone calm, Peyton and I took Landon today for his filling.

He didn't want to go, but we went. He breathed the gas, he wore the sunglasses, he sat still and followed all the directions. He never cried and he never complained. He was perfect. And he got to choose from dozens and dozens of toys; in fact, he was told to choose two toys because he'd been so brave. And after several minutes of serious contemplation in front of a veritable toy store, Landon chose the two biggest swords he could find. Because, you know, courageous boys need their swords:

















Then, after a quick sandwich, he decided to nap on Daddy's side of the bed...with his camo hat placed just so, his victory swords tucked safely beneath his pillow, and his new found bravery clearly visible for all to see.





He's a big boy...a brave, sweet, big boy.