And this is what happens

when Nathan Brough takes your family photo.

You guys, he is the best. We've got some other pics coming from him later. Black and whites taken with his giant AT-AT camera that I posted about earlier. Those are going to be sa-weet. (But only because Nathan Brough is the one behind the camera.)

In other news, I went to the dentist today for the first time in six years. I was so certain that I had a few cavities. I mean, who goes six years sans a dentist and doesn't get any cavities?

Me! That's who.

I can't even count the number of nightmares I've had over the past few years about my teeth. I've had many dreams where I'll bite down on something in my dream and shatter every last one of my teeth. And then I will wake up terrified, certain that I've lost all my teeth. It's terrifying.

Cause here's the thing. I've got some pretty large, gnarly looking holes in a couple of my molars. They are ugly. And I've had them for years and years. And I was so sure that they were giant cavities, and that I was probably going to die.

As it turns out, they are called "developmental pits" and they are just fine so long as there are no signs of decay. Which there are not! Ha! (I wish I had known about "developmental pits" years ago. I think I would have had far fewer nightmares.)

Anyway. When I'm a millionaire (well, when Tyler is a millionaire), I think I'll see what I can do to get those holes fixed. You know, if it's safe. Because I really don't like them. And even though I know what they are now, that doesn't mean I won't have any more nightmares about them.

So thank you, Nathan Brough, for the awesome picture.

And thank you, Mom, for taking me to the dentist today.

And thank you, Tyler, for loving me even though I have holes in my teeth.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna keep brushing and flossing like a maniac.

PS--have you guys ever noticed that one of my front teeth is chipped? That is, have you ever zoomed in enough on my pictures (or me, in real life) to notice one of my many flaws? I learned today that if I ever wanted to, I could get it fixed very easily, no problem (according to my dentist). But, here's the thing. I have no intention or desire to fix it. I think I would look weird if I did.