Gunnar has had quite a time with his teeth, and I mean from birth to now. When he was little he had no teeth one month and the next month he had nine. He had the cutest little smile when all his teeth came in. 
When it was time to start losing teeth, he started just like other kids his age, first one on the bottom,
then the other bottom, 
then to the top.
Then the problems started. At the next visit to the dentist he said we were going to have to extract a few teeth that were causing damage to permanent teeth. Wow, we had a 5 pulled the next month.
A few months later he had to have 5 more extracted.
After all that dental work was completed, the teeth started coming in one at a time at a rapid rate. His teeth were looking pretty good (aside from the fact that they are huge, something that he unfortunately inherited from me) and then it happened...
On the way home from the YMCA on Monday, a lady was gawking at a wreck and she veered into my lane going about 20 miles per hour. I slammed on my brakes and even though the kids had on their seat belts, Gunnar hit the hard plastic console directly in front of him. It was a LOUD thump so I was looking back expecting to see blood gushing. No blood. I asked the kids if they were alright and Jentry sang, "yes, I'm ok" to the beat of whatever song was playing on her ipod and then I listened for Gunnar and asked again, "Gunnar are you ok?" He said, "yeth". Yeth? I pulled over and looked at him. I could hardly believe my eyes, his front teeth were knocked off 3/4 of the way up, both of them. I went to the next exit, pulled over and looked again, this time turning the light on in the car, trying to assess the damage. He looked like count dracula. These two teeth were completely gone from the middle going out and then there were two fangs that came down on the sides. It was a flashback to my childhood where I, myself, knocked out many teeth doing some of the dumbest things you've ever seen, i.e. diving in the swimming pool with no hands, a wooden jump rope handle hitting me in the mouth, walking into a window, etc. I knew from experience that if the nerve was exposed he was going to be screaming soon, very very soon. We turned around and went back to town hoping beyond all hope that we would be able to find the kids dentist. (By this time his office had been closed for 30 minutes.) Thankfully, we did. (Fortunately I was too excited to take a picture before the dentist started.) We spent a few hours in the dentists' chair and looked like this. The teeth looked a little pigeon toed but I knew it would get better in the morning.
The next morning we went in again and he fixed them completely. 
Thankfully, he has two front teeth once again. At least he has them before we report to the orthodontist Tuesday morning!
When it was time to start losing teeth, he started just like other kids his age, first one on the bottom, then the other bottom, then to the top.Then the problems started. At the next visit to the dentist he said we were going to have to extract a few teeth that were causing damage to permanent teeth. Wow, we had a 5 pulled the next month. A few months later he had to have 5 more extracted.After all that dental work was completed, the teeth started coming in one at a time at a rapid rate. His teeth were looking pretty good (aside from the fact that they are huge, something that he unfortunately inherited from me) and then it happened...On the way home from the YMCA on Monday, a lady was gawking at a wreck and she veered into my lane going about 20 miles per hour. I slammed on my brakes and even though the kids had on their seat belts, Gunnar hit the hard plastic console directly in front of him. It was a LOUD thump so I was looking back expecting to see blood gushing. No blood. I asked the kids if they were alright and Jentry sang, "yes, I'm ok" to the beat of whatever song was playing on her ipod and then I listened for Gunnar and asked again, "Gunnar are you ok?" He said, "yeth". Yeth? I pulled over and looked at him. I could hardly believe my eyes, his front teeth were knocked off 3/4 of the way up, both of them. I went to the next exit, pulled over and looked again, this time turning the light on in the car, trying to assess the damage. He looked like count dracula. These two teeth were completely gone from the middle going out and then there were two fangs that came down on the sides. It was a flashback to my childhood where I, myself, knocked out many teeth doing some of the dumbest things you've ever seen, i.e. diving in the swimming pool with no hands, a wooden jump rope handle hitting me in the mouth, walking into a window, etc. I knew from experience that if the nerve was exposed he was going to be screaming soon, very very soon. We turned around and went back to town hoping beyond all hope that we would be able to find the kids dentist. (By this time his office had been closed for 30 minutes.) Thankfully, we did. (Fortunately I was too excited to take a picture before the dentist started.) We spent a few hours in the dentists' chair and looked like this. The teeth looked a little pigeon toed but I knew it would get better in the morning.
The next morning we went in again and he fixed them completely. Thankfully, he has two front teeth once again. At least he has them before we report to the orthodontist Tuesday morning!
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