Ta-daaa! Here is Belly's new stainless steel molar! Well, it's a cap, but still. He went to the pediatric dentist to have a pulpectomy, which is a baby root canal. The dentist said he was just fine during the treatment, but cautioned my husband to watch him closely so he wouldn't bite his lip while it was numb. Of course, Belly bit his lip. Ah well. The important part is that he only has to go through this crazy procedure one more time. Being that he's a little guy, he just went along with it because Daddy told him this is what they're going to do. I, however, am not a little anything and I was completely neurotic the whole time. We're both fine now :)
There's some nefarious shit going on at the office. A foul plot afoot. People are being let go, moved to new departments, and it's leaving my with a less than stellar feeling in what usually houses my well being. So, if your humble narrator is soon in the bread line, I'll be looking to all of you for referrals.
