The Sticker of Truth.

I took Ezra to the dentist this morning. I was a little bit concerned about how it would go... seeing as how last time he stepped foot in this office, they knocked him out cold and stuck drills all up in his grill. (But at least he got a stuffed Monkey out of the deal.)

I was prepping him on the way there- "They're going to look at all your big boy teeth and clean them with a brush! Won't that be fun?"

He seemed none too convinced.

When we arrived, he played quietly with the toys in the waiting room for about 5 minutes, and then they called him back. He hesitatingly followed 'Miss Ginger' back to the X-ray room. He got scared and started crying, but he only cried for about two minutes before he calmed back down and started listening to Miss Ginger like a trooper-- biting down on this and tilting his head like that and sitting perfectly still as the "Spaceship camera" was positioned next to his face. I was amazed at how well he did. AMAZED! And so, SO proud.

Next, he had his teeth cleaned. He listened and followed directions perfectly the whole time. Even when the dentist came in later and picked and prodded at his teeth with the pointy tools, he didn't freak out. Everyone was really shocked at how well he was doing- for a three year old in an unfamiliar place.

As I watched him in the dentist's chair, I couldn't get over how old he has gotten. He's his own little man- following directions and becoming brave. He fills entire rooms with his presence- making people laugh and always being so eager to please. He's an absolute joy to be around.



As I watched all of this unfold before me, I felt my thoughts turn inward. Inward to the deepest places of me... Inward to the place where Ezra's brand new baby brother or baby sister is already beginning to grow and take form inside of me.

I am pregnant.

And there's so much joy in me over this fact that I can hardly say the words without bursting into tears.

Ezra got a BA-JILLION stickers at the dentist's office today for being such a good boy.

And I got one too.



I laughed as I stuck it on my shirt, then I wore it proudly out the door- beaming all the way home.