The day before Mother's Day we were all getting ready to go out to lunch. Kollin kept wanting me to pick him up but I was trying to do my hair, which is the routine everyday and we are trying to get them to understand when a good and bad time is for us to hold them. Anywho... I was almost done and I knew that Kollin needed a diaper change so I held his hand so I could walk him to his room and he got super mad and dropped down to the floor, throwing a HUGE fit. When I went to pick him up he did it again, only this time he didn't put his hands down first and hit his teeth on the tile instead. I knew instantly, by the sound, that he'd broken his teeth. He's chipped his teeth before at the play ground, but nothing like this! Kole kept saying it was fine, and there's nothing we can do about it. And our dentist (who I worked for before I had the twins) said the same thing. But to me it felt like it was the end of the world! I felt sick for days... I kept thinking that he's going to get teased, and that it was all my fault and I should have just picked him up in the first place or worse it would turn black and have to get pulled out all together! I know I blow things up WAY out of proportion and looking back now I was just being so silly. Kollin is fine, most people don't even notice his teeth and if they do they don't really say anything, none of the kids at our play groups say anything about them and they don't really bug him. So he'll have some chipped teeth for a few years and then get new ones (thank heavens they weren't permanent teeth!) and for now we're thinking dumb and dumber for Halloween, Kleyton can be Harry and Kollin can be Lloyd :)
