Settling into life with two young girls has been little trouble. Bed time happens with fair regularity. Chores have been divvied out and get done. Mothers of the regular age may be stunned to learn these two take care of the kitchen after supper AND sweep the floor. Just get up and do it. Janice is in charge of her kitchen and I don’t intend to look into her methods.
Laura’s room is so tidy and organized that some familial OCD genes may be popping out. Emily’s room bears testament to teen age occupation, however, so there’s hope for Laura.
When they changed last July from house guests to house kids we scrambled a little to get them up to snuff. They can recite the number of past due vaccinations they were stuck with, I know, and we made sure there was enough underwear in the drawers, clean socks, new sneakers, stuff like that.
I did play office tag with their dentist before I was able to nail down an appointment earlier this month. I met Dr. Bob, and he came right to the point. Dental hygiene was in short supply in those two little mouths. We knew our final evening admonition, “Brush your teeth,” probably was not well followed, and we were too right.
All teeth got a good cleaning, and Dr. Bob called in grandma and explained his findings. A far better job must be done on both accounts. Proper tooth brushing had been demonstrated and was required morning and night. Dr. Bob told them their attention would become a good habit in less than a week.
Ah, good intentions. They can leave like the morning dew. Over the last couple weeks the old people in the house prodded and prompted, but young people evaded us as effectively as they evaded tooth brushing where they used to live. As grandma parted with three hundred dollars to spring them from Dr. Bob’s office, and that was only for annual x-rays and semi-annual cleaning, grandma was not pleased.
After we all were seated and ready to eat recently, I opened the discussion again.
“There is a shortage of tooth brushing happening, as we all know. We also know it’s a good habit waiting to be developed. So, here’s how we’re going to do it. You two will brush morning and night. Before you go to school you will breathe toothpaste breath and dental rinse breath on the adult of the morning. Before you go to bed you will breathe toothpaste breath and dental rinse breath on me. If you fail to do this one morning or evening between now and October 31st, there will be no trick or treating.”
Emily grinned, and Laura’s eyes grew round. But now they both smell like tooth paste at bed time, and I’m sure they will sail on through and past Halloween. Going for the habit. And the candy. Both of them laugh so hard about breathing on grandma, who tells them they smell better than Dewars on the rocks, that I told them I would write a blog about them and toothpaste. And I have. Emily will read it, as she is one of my fans.
Two housekeeping notes: Thank you to everyone for reading and commenting. I enjoy your thoughts more than you will ever know. I am going to Wisconsin for a week and probably will have dogs and cats and friends to talk about when I come back.