Is it me, or is Emily ENORMOUS?? I mean, look at her and now glance up at the series of images at the top of the blog. I now ask you, WHERE IS MY BABY?
And it’s not just Emily. Look at Ana…
At nearly 7, Ana understands and can dish out sarcasm (that’s my girl!), can read passably well and is an expert at rolling her eyes. I keep reminding her that I remember when she was toothless and thought burping was hysterical but she finds my humor so pedestrian. We’re both addicted to the same video game. I mean, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? This must mean I’m getting older too.
Emily is posing for the camera. Such a ham!
Okay, so I’m a little worried about Emily because she has this preoccupation with her teeth. She’ll come out with things like, “Mommy, my teeth are broken,” seemingly at random and I’m not sure if it’s because the kids at school are noticing or if she’s heard me talking about her teeth or what. She obviously realizes at this point that her teeth are different from everyone else’s, and I guess I thought the moment when I’d have to really talk to her about her cleft, and what that means for her, would come later. I told her we were going to NYU in April and there’s a special doctor that will help fix her teeth, but of course there’s no way to explain that it will take time or that she’ll need to wear industrial strength headgear at night.
I’m looking forward to the NYU visit this year more than ever because I know Emily will be able to talk to the team herself. Then I’ll at least have a point of reference to continue the discussion (“Emily, remember those doctors in the city we visited? They’re going to give you great teeth!”)