|I call this picture Carrots, with carrot|
|Sadly (humorously?), Addie chose this moment to pretend she'd never seen a camera before.|
Eighteen months after that, though, her relationship with her teeth took a turn for the worse.
|One of the last pictures of her intact smile. And yes, we always paint her face to match her clothes.|
By the time we got home, her top lip had already doubled in size.
|She wasn't sad because her lip hurt. She just didn't want to be photographed in curlers, or wear them at all for that matter.|
|Addie, after the accident. Also, incidentally, right after we fixed her first "home" haircut.|
|Addie this summer, proudly sporting the results of her most recent "home" haircut.|
Over the last 21 months since she'd hurt her teeth, I'd had the dentist check them several times. I'd been told that the nerves were dead, but unless there was an abscess or some other problem, there was no need to pull them or take any other action. Well, the abscess had finally arrived. Or abscesses, I should say. By the time I got her into the dentist the next day, I noticed another blister forming over her other tooth. She wasn't in any pain, but that was normal since the infection had moved to the front of her mouth.
|Addie's last morning in The Dead (teeth) Zone.|
And also, I know what she wants for Christmas.