All is well that Ends Well

Yesterday, Gabe and I walked to the park as a respite from the packing/unpacking that has consumed our lives for the last two weeks. At one point Gabe was climbing up a slide (with an incline of about 2% - it's the toddler slide) and fell, hitting his chin. He cried like crazy for about 30 seconds, but after rinsing his mouth out with water and getting a good look I decided he had merely bit his tongue on both sides and all would be well. He calmed down and insisted on playing more, so off he went. He was a bit cranky on our walk home, which I blamed on the fact that he's used to riding in the car to get anywhere, not walking in the stroller. But after a very short nap and noticing that his tooth was looking a bit funny, I decided to take a better look in his mouth. That's when I realized the park incident caused more injuries than a hurt tongue - he broke his tooth! The crack only manifested itself in the back, with the front face holding the tooth together. I called the pediatric dentist about one minute after they closed and left a message. But we became very good friends with the whole office this afternoon after spending the majority of our day there. Gabe now has one less tooth. Until he's 5 or 6 anyway.

So, Uncle Andrew, next time you ask for that big smile, this is what you'll see...


(minus the drug-induced hangover look)