Dentist

Tate went to the dentist today. He did okay with the tools in his mouth but really fought the polisher thing. He threw a huge fit in a store when I pulled him away from some toys. My mom watched both girls and they were good. 

Last night Tate and I were visiting and he told me that he wants to have his birthday party at home with just is because he doesn't like to go to places that aren't ours. So I asked him about a few other places. Church makes him scared, school makes him sad because he doesn't like when I drop him off, walmart and home make him feel good, and he felt a little scared and a little happy when Owen visted. Poor guy!  I hope he gets more comfortable with new places soon.