Ready, fire, aim.

Ready, fire, aim.

On Wednesday, we found out our youngest guy needed braces. I came home, made some consultation appointments, today we went to one, and voila. We have a brace face. 

That’s the gist of it, but there’s always more to the story, isn’t there? I know that braces aren’t typically that big of a deal and they seem to be a milestone for most kids. I never had them, but Hank did. Our other two kiddos haven’t needed them. Needless to say, I know nothing about them, except that you’re not supposed to kiss someone else who has braces at the same time as you because you’ll get stuck together. 

Our younger boys seem to process things constantly. As soon as they have new information about something either about themselves or something important to them, they fret. They turn it over a million times and work it up, work it over, and eventually work it out. Yesterday after school, our 9yo was talking at me in the garage and brought up the braces conversation again.

Him: “So, when do you think I’ll get braces? Will it be right away?”

Me: “I don’t know, bud. Probably not for a few weeks. We still need to go to your consultation appointments.”

Him: “Hmmm.”

Me: “But you’ve wanted braces since forever, so this will be fun, right?”

Him: “Yeah. But I think I’d rather have hearing aides. I’d really like to turn them off sometimes so I can’t hear Holden.”

Me: …

So today, we went for his appointment, got all of the information, asked when they could get him in, they said they could do it in 10 minutes, and Hank and I looked at each other and said, “Ready, fire, aim.”

That’s your motto when you’re a Pantier. 

READY, FIRE, AIM.

Just rip the bandaid. No more fretting, no more wondering; just get it done. And he did.

I think that his new braces make his hair look even better.

He chose purple, black, and silver bracket surround things. I don’t know what they’re called, but now he matches his hat. 

Now, his only worry in life is Halloween, and how he’s going to have to give most of his candy to his big brother. 

Little does he know just how much candy his dad and I steal from them both after they go to school during the days. It won’t matter whose room it’s in, we’ll sniff it out like bloodhounds. 

They have SO much to learn. *amateurs*

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