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The BIG day

Hannah has been waiting for November 28, 2011 for several months now.  At least since August.  This was the day that she was to get her braces taken off!

Seriously, the original plan was for Hannah to get them taken off in August, a year after she had them put on.  But things (namely her teeth) didn't move as fast as the dentist liked, and she was told she would need to wait three more months.

If you haven't had braces, you have no idea of the anticipation.

If you have had braces, you remember.

The sore gums and the globs of wax.
The nasty food stuck in the wires.
The days of Ibuprofen after getting the braces tightened.
The "metal mouth" look in each and every photo.

Much to my dismay, Johannah caught a nasty bug from Mark over the weekend.  I didn't think she would want to get out of bed and make the trek to the dentist, but honestly, nothing was going to stop her!

The beginning of the end.

Success!
The crazy thing was that after Hannah got her braces off, we headed to the post office to mail 20,000 packages, several of them overseas and requiring customs forms (yes, the mail people didn't manage to get the CLOSED sign in the window fast enough when they saw me coming).  I could see she was fading fast from the illness.  By the time we got home, and literally within seconds of stepping in the door, she was ... well.... tossing her cookies into the closest porcelain throne.

Poor girl, I say.  Lucky girl, she says.

Comments

  1. AWESOME!!! Hannah you're so beautiful and your teeth look PRISTINE! I'm sorry I got you sick (or at least that's what everybody thinks; I was not throwing up at all) but you look wonderful!

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  2. Congrats, Hannah. Ashley got her braces off today and she is one happy camper. Kailee is way jealous because she has another year to go. May and Joe are in braces, too, and I don't even know how long they have to go!

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  3. Look at those gorgeous pearly whites! I'm sure you're thrilled to have those braces off, Hannah! Beautiful (braces-free) smile!

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