Smile

Without fail, everyone who meets James comments on his beautiful smile (and like all mothers I comment that he is lucky that it's cute). It is indeed beautiful. I was still utterly skeptical about that smile and how much it might cost daddy to preserve. We were the first ones to introduce James to a toothbrush or toothpaste. In five years, he never brushed his teeth or flossed. Yep, think about that for a minute.

We have heard horror stories about kids coming home with decaying teeth that are not savable and the monstrous costs to pretty up their smiles. 

So, off we went, with all four kids in tow, to the dentist (on daddy's birthday ... good times). The dentist, who was absolutely wonderful, was beyond  amazed at the end of our visit ... an hour of deep cleaning, scraping, polishing, stain removing, and xrays ... and NO cavities. None. No decay. No missing teeth. Nothing. Just glorious and healthy baby teeth. All 20. 

She aged James as a four year old, which is what we are going with based on that exam and on our 7-hour assessment and buckets of testing by our International Adoption Pediatrician when we first arrived home.

Here's his million-dollar smile that isn't going to set daddy back a million dollars. Phew.

And a few pics of the rest of the troops in all their clean-teeth glory.

Hmm, not so sure about what in the world  was happening to sissy.

So thankful for James's health. It is a miracle in about a million different ways ...