Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Aisha, the baby, and the toothbrush
My son loves putting his shoes on. He's a gem at diaper time. And sleeps a solid twelve hours most days. However. The toothbrush turns my sweet cherubic child into a cartoon cat faced with a tub of water and a bottle of soap. Screeches, squeals and twisty maneuvers? Par for the course. Every. Single. Day. I've tried different toothpaste flavors. Got a brush with Pooh Bear [his best friend] affixed to the handle. Opted for plain water as the the dentist [and some of you] recommended. I give him my toothbrush to 'brush' my teeth while I brush his. I sing songs. I showed him Elmo brushing his teeth so he could see that his beacon of all things awesome does said brushing too. And, well, our morning ritual still would make an outsider wonder if I'm attempting to feed him a bucket of squirrels what with all the yelling, twisting, and clamping of mouth [with exceptionally sharp teeth]. Truly, he's a slender little guy so corralling him isn't the issue--- I just hate putting him through such an unpleasant experience every single day, except, well, he needs to brush his teeth. Anyone reading have advice? Or commiseration?