It has been a year of challenges for Weston.
Last week he visited with yet another specialist, this time it was the orthodontist. After two hours of sitting patiently in a dentist chair, and a rather hefty down payment coughed up by me, this was the end result of Weston's latest hurdle....braces!
Initially, he was very excited about joining the legions of cool high school teens with mouths full of metal. For the first few hours, he couldn't stop smiling as he looked in the mirror and admired his new set of sparkling silver toothware.
Unfortunately, however, painful reality has set in and the wiggly Weston is having a lot of trouble ignoring the accompanying pain.
Tolerance is not a skill easily mastered by a child diagnosed with adhd.
We have coated several jutting teeth with wax in order to save his raw inner cheek. He has taken many doses of Advil and Tylenol. He refuses to eat and has lost several pounds.
He is not a happy camper.
And when Weston is miserable, the entire household suffers.
Nicholas and I have tried to remain invisible as Weston weathers this difficult adjustment.
Even poor Muffy has withstood a noticeable increase in Weston's teasing and terrorization tactics. But she is a smart, if not resilient, little hound who is very adept at Weston wrangling. When the rowdy rambunctiousness begins, she quickly flees the scene to seek refuge in the cozy confines of her quiet crate.
I admire her genius idea of taking cover and wonder.......
Do they make crates for mothers?