Maria went to the dentist yesterday and although she had no cavities, she only got a B for teeth brushing and the dentist said she could tell Maria used a pacifier, although she didn't tell Maria to never use it again, which I would have appreciated. Maria did VERY well at the dentist, according to Mike, and I'm glad he got to take her. It's nice to have some experiences with Anthony and then right after with Maria, because Anthony of course hates the dentist and is now getting really smart about even being there and being difficult about going back to the room, while Maria, I guess, opened her mouth WIDE and was very cooperative and good. So. That's nice.
I have to get rid of this nuk. Anthony chewed his to bits and then stopped using them but Maria isn't too rough on hers. Today I told her that she was going to only have it in her room and she's been pretty good about it. Well, in fairness, she was good for the morning and then sort of forgot. I am going to leave it room-only for a few weeks and by the end of April take it away completely. It's ridiculous, it's not medicine, she doesn't need it, she can live without it, so we are getting rid of it.
I would like to move her to a toddler bed too, by the end of the month. Anthony broke his, which I have had for a LONG TIME waiting for Maria, so that's a bummer. I was trying to find a used one but couldn't, so I bought one at Target for $80. Then this woman came up to me last Friday at ballet and she said she heard me yakking (my words, ha, not hers) about wanting one the week before and she didn't mean to eavesdrop but she had one, and did I want to see it? She wanted $35 for it, and I said great. I gave her my email address and then I had to run because OF COURSE Veronica was running out the door. So I haven't heard from her, which is a GIANT pain in the ass because I want to get going on it but I don't want to open the one from Target if I am going to return it. So now I have to wait until Friday and hope I see her again and she just had my address wrong or something. So. Pain. As usj.
We only have a few more weeks of taking Maria to the other side of town for preschool and although I am not excited at the prospect of nothing to do all damned summer, I can't wait to be done with this stupid drive. There has been construction going on on the way down there since Anthony was in therapy down there, YEARS and YEARS ago and I hate driving in it. I hate that Veronica and I have to hang out down there for more than two hours. Veronica is starting to hate it too and she was super bad today. I went to Kohl's and I had to go to the bathroom while we were there, which Veronica HATES - she literally screams and cries the whole time I am in there, which is a total pain, plus there were like FIFTY people outside the bathroom there today (does anyone have a job? What the hell is everyone doing at the Kohl's at 9:30 on a Wednesday morning?) and I am afraid they think I am beating her or something. We are coming out of the *bathroom* and she is wiping tears and - oh, it's just weird. I feel like I have no home or something.
I don't know about this summer. There is a playgroup in my 'hood that we can go to, I can continue to go to my old playgroup from before Maria had preschool, so there will be stuff to do and not as far away. So it will be a nice summer, once it starts.