yesterday i had a dentist appointment. the boy had one too and got his (i think) first xray. the dentist looked at the xray and commented that one of the boy's teeth was big. then he turned and looked at my teeth.
i said, "i think the boy is going to take after me. i noticed his new front tooth is pretty big. and hubby has small teeth".
the dentist scrutinizes the boy's xray more, trying to figure out what position the tooth was in (twisted, normal, etc). then he said that he'd watch it, and probably send the boy to the orthodontist in a few years for a consult.
then he turns to me and looks at my teeth again. he asked if i ever had braces. i replied no, as my childhood dentist (doc sheridan, bless his heart) said i never needed them. i do have a twisted canine on the top and a crooked tooth on the bottom. i remember when i was younger wanting braces becos all the cool kids had them, but doc said it was unnecessary to spend so much money to fix 2 teeth. years ago i did make an appointment with a dentist who did invisilign to fix the top tooth but canceled the consult becos of a work conflict. i've learned to live with that tooth and know that my right side is my best side for photographs (becos that twisted canine also makes me look like i'm missing a tooth and makes me look hayseed).
so the dentist tells me that i might want to consult an orthodontist to get those teeth fixed and proceeds to suggest 3 orthos in the area and maybe get an appliance to fix the teeth. not braces, but something to work the teeth back in position. this just blew me away. i'm going to be 36 in a month, and my dentist is recommending braces! he's 20 years too late!
i've been thinking about gracefully growing old for a while now. i got some stark reminders about it this week, aside from the dentist. i got a new driver's license photo earlier this week, and when i compared the new picture with the old one, i looked exactly the same except for a poliosis growing at my right temple. i love that white streak. it makes me feel very Rogue.
but then i was reading an article in good housekeeping, and it recommended that women color their grays "becos it's a no-no in a creative and competitive work field". say what? i colored my hair when i was younger (even before i had grays) and about 5 years ago i did highlights. i admit to dabbling and going auburn. but after 2 years of TTC and pregnancy, hair coloring doesn't seem so appealing anymore, and i decided to grow old gracefully. besides, my mom and grandmother both have beautiful silver hair, and if i'm lucky, i'll be a silver fox too.
some days it feels like a sin to want to grow old gracefully. a reality celeb recently underwent $30,000 of procedures to look prettier, and IMO, she looked like a plastic fake barbie doll. the magazine showed her "before" picture, and she used to be really pretty! kate from jon and kate got hair extensions and now she looks like a stripper. and this comment, also in "good housekeeping", just alarmed me: in an article about "the biggest loser", a contestant commented that "despite having emergency surgery and given instruction that the only exercise she could do was walking, she walked 45 miles and lost 5 pounds becos she had 3 days to weigh-in". how messed up is that? there's no way i could have done that after my gallbladder surgery, and certainly not after my 2 c-sections.
what also amazes me is how many beauty treatments are being thrown our way. there are women in their 20s getting botox. i only started getting wrinkles! i wonder what these women will look like when they really do need botox!
i'm also scared about my daughter growing up with these messages. the stuff on tv and in magazines isn't the same as the stuff i saw and read when i was growing up. i want my daughter to grow up feeling good about herself and accepting herself for who she is. not a day goes by that i tell petunia that she is a beautiful and smart girl. and i also tell my boys how beautiful and smart they are too.
but i'll keep using the wrinkle cream that SJP hawks on tv, and swim and do yoga to keep the chassis toned up. an ounce of prevention, i guess...
i said, "i think the boy is going to take after me. i noticed his new front tooth is pretty big. and hubby has small teeth".
the dentist scrutinizes the boy's xray more, trying to figure out what position the tooth was in (twisted, normal, etc). then he said that he'd watch it, and probably send the boy to the orthodontist in a few years for a consult.
then he turns to me and looks at my teeth again. he asked if i ever had braces. i replied no, as my childhood dentist (doc sheridan, bless his heart) said i never needed them. i do have a twisted canine on the top and a crooked tooth on the bottom. i remember when i was younger wanting braces becos all the cool kids had them, but doc said it was unnecessary to spend so much money to fix 2 teeth. years ago i did make an appointment with a dentist who did invisilign to fix the top tooth but canceled the consult becos of a work conflict. i've learned to live with that tooth and know that my right side is my best side for photographs (becos that twisted canine also makes me look like i'm missing a tooth and makes me look hayseed).
so the dentist tells me that i might want to consult an orthodontist to get those teeth fixed and proceeds to suggest 3 orthos in the area and maybe get an appliance to fix the teeth. not braces, but something to work the teeth back in position. this just blew me away. i'm going to be 36 in a month, and my dentist is recommending braces! he's 20 years too late!
i've been thinking about gracefully growing old for a while now. i got some stark reminders about it this week, aside from the dentist. i got a new driver's license photo earlier this week, and when i compared the new picture with the old one, i looked exactly the same except for a poliosis growing at my right temple. i love that white streak. it makes me feel very Rogue.
but then i was reading an article in good housekeeping, and it recommended that women color their grays "becos it's a no-no in a creative and competitive work field". say what? i colored my hair when i was younger (even before i had grays) and about 5 years ago i did highlights. i admit to dabbling and going auburn. but after 2 years of TTC and pregnancy, hair coloring doesn't seem so appealing anymore, and i decided to grow old gracefully. besides, my mom and grandmother both have beautiful silver hair, and if i'm lucky, i'll be a silver fox too.
some days it feels like a sin to want to grow old gracefully. a reality celeb recently underwent $30,000 of procedures to look prettier, and IMO, she looked like a plastic fake barbie doll. the magazine showed her "before" picture, and she used to be really pretty! kate from jon and kate got hair extensions and now she looks like a stripper. and this comment, also in "good housekeeping", just alarmed me: in an article about "the biggest loser", a contestant commented that "despite having emergency surgery and given instruction that the only exercise she could do was walking, she walked 45 miles and lost 5 pounds becos she had 3 days to weigh-in". how messed up is that? there's no way i could have done that after my gallbladder surgery, and certainly not after my 2 c-sections.
what also amazes me is how many beauty treatments are being thrown our way. there are women in their 20s getting botox. i only started getting wrinkles! i wonder what these women will look like when they really do need botox!
i'm also scared about my daughter growing up with these messages. the stuff on tv and in magazines isn't the same as the stuff i saw and read when i was growing up. i want my daughter to grow up feeling good about herself and accepting herself for who she is. not a day goes by that i tell petunia that she is a beautiful and smart girl. and i also tell my boys how beautiful and smart they are too.
but i'll keep using the wrinkle cream that SJP hawks on tv, and swim and do yoga to keep the chassis toned up. an ounce of prevention, i guess...
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