Braces....again. February 2018

So to begin with, over Christmas Kate decided it was time to chop off the hair.  This was a momentous occasion so I took a before and after photo. We were in the salon in the middle of her hair being cut away and I said "huh" out loud and Kate asked me what I was thinking. I said I believe this haircut makes you look older. She started laughing and said "Mom, that's kind of the point." What?!?   With her being 5 8'' I am seriously considering stickers to put on her shirt that says I'm only 14, back away.

The kids and I went to San Francisco for a week and spent New Years there. Museums, food, the works. Had a wonderful trip. And yes, she looks far too old. And adorable too. I am one blessed mom, all loving and wonderful children.

 Braces, seriously, again.  Kate doesn't have room on the top for her canines to come down and all of her top teeth need to rotate to the right. I guess the one bright side is that her spacer has worked and her palate is still wide enough to work with.  So, here we go again. She will also be using rubber bands this go around.

The braces will be put on March 12th and she's soooo looking forward to it. Her orthodontist thinks they will be on about 20 months. Which in teenager time is approximately 5 to 10 years or so. She is such a good sport about it, as she is with all things. She takes in the new information and a few minutes later seems to be at peace with whatever she now has to deal with.

The nice thing is no more mouthful of putty to get ready for the braces. It's all done with computers now and takes just a couple of minutes. Grateful for the little things.

Her back is healing well, she had X-rays before the holidays and things are going well. Her back pain is almost nil, almost. Her feet still hurt whenever she isn't wearing shoes, which she does the moment she wakes until the moment she falls into bed. Other than that she is holding steady.

Side note on her X-rays (and my life): We walk into the room and they start going through the usual questions and the tech turns around and asks me if there's a possibility I might be pregnant. Without missing a beat, my lovely, precious, daughter starts laughing and says "there's no way my mom is pregnant. Like no way."  While the tech is trying very hard not to laugh, I turned to Kate and said "Thank you, sweetie. Thanks" and that pretty much sums up my life.  Still single, happy, employed, and barring a few horrid days in November, I am upright every day.