Today Ryan had his first visit to the dentist. Nothing is wrong, it's just that since we're leaving soon (and I've been derelict in my parental duties and haven't gotten him in before), we thought it'd be a good idea to take him in. He did really well. He sat in the chair and kept pretty still. He was definitely wary, but intrigued as well. The lady who did his mini-cleaning did a great job talking to Ryan, gaining his trust, and keeping his interest. The only part Ryan objected to was having his teeth examined by the dentist. For that exam, Ryan's head was in the dentist's lap, while I had the rest of Ryan on my lap. The dentist said if Ryan yelled, that would actually help, because then at least he's be able to see Ryan's teeth. Leave it to Ryan to find a way to yell and hide his teeth at the same time! I'm so proud...

I'm happy to report that Ryan's teeth are fine. I asked about the pacifier, and apparently there's no damage from it as yet. However, we are planning on weaning him off of it when we get back to the States. He is using it less, which is good. We're not about to take it away before a major move though.

On the potty training front, things have been going very slowly, but they have been going (no pun intended). I don't expect Ryan to be out of diapers any time soon, but we are at least moving in the right direction.

I don't know if I've mentioned this before or not, but a few weeks ago, Larry was holding Ryan before bed, saying goodnight. Ryan rubbed his hand on Larry's beard and said, "Grass!" I started laughing! I thought it was inventive of Ryan to come up with that word, since he didn't know the word, "beard."