Dr. Taylor was the best dentist of all time. From a very young age, I remember walking into his office, taking a seat in the multi colored hard plastic bowl shaped chairs in the waiting room that smelled like fluoride and waiting for the nurse in animal clad scrubs to call my name. I loved going to the dentist. Maybe not the whole, dig in my mouth thing. But the get a rockin sticker, and a toy OR a piece of candy thing…yes please. I always hated that OR thing though. Give me both! I guess I was a little greedy…and I will admit…I may have stolen a piece of candy a few times. Sorry Mom.
Growing up, my brother was always the organized one. He was the one who made straight A’s, whose room was always tidy and always had things together. Today, things are only slightly different. My persistence of free willed, disorganization and natural love for a little bit of chaos rubbed off in the smallest of ways during my 21 years of life, and today, he is quite the big brother. I have always loved my brother, he never treated me like my friends brothers. Never hitting me, or playing tricks on me, “Brother” as I affectionately call him, always seemed to understand me, and we have always been good friends.
Now he is in his second year at Baylor Medical and is going strong on his journey toward being a dentist! (He will probably be better than Dr. Taylor but…we’ll see!) And yesterday, I got to drive downtown to the Baylor Medical Institute to have my teeth cleaned by Brother! I arrived early, like a good patient, and quickly realized that that building is SO OLD! It might as well be crumbling underneath their feet…but before I could get that far in my thought process, there were a ton of interns in scrubs swarming around me and I heard myself just hoping my dreams had come true. Was I really in a taping of Greys Anatomy? Where in the world was McDreamy? And why wasn’t Doctor Bailey yelling at me?! (I love her) After 25 minutes of living in dreamland, my brother came for me. (Already making patients wait) and we went back for my cleaning. He did such a great job. My teeth are still squeeking!! He,like always, was very thorough, and did his work to the best of his ability. And as my fluoride was setting, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmingly proud of my brother. He is going to be a great doctor.
And then…I went to the lab. And we made…teeth or something. Luckily for me, my iphone takes decent pictures, because I knew I had to share this experience with you guys! I don’t really know what we were doing…but I loaded that green gunk into the gun for him in the 4th picture for him. Which makes me an honorary dentist. 🙂
After all was said and done I accompanied him to have all of his beautiful curls chopped off of his head 🙁 … naturally I was sad, but dinner at La Duni and shopping at North Park, provided a perfectly silver lining. The enchilda suizas were wonderful, as usual, and Madewell provided the cutest clothes imaginable, as usual. Seriously. Check out the vest I got for 20 bucks! Not to mention the two tank tops I got for 2 bucks a piece. 🙂
I love having my family so close to me. 45 minutes will never seem to far away to be surrounded by people who love you. And Brother, I’m always up for a teeth cleaning, tooth making, hair cut and a trip to La Duni and North Park. Love you!
Oh! And for all of those wondering where the pictures are…they’re on their way! We have 4 weddings, a few bridals, a lot of engagements and a family shoot headed your way within the next 3 weeks!