So Gus visited the dentist for the first time, and although I previously mentioned that there would be no post to follow-up this milestone, it went off without a [much-expected] hitch. He was really quite nervous and very, very quiet with a firm grip on my hand the entire time. But he sat on my lap while his mouth was poked, prodded, cleaned, polished, fluorided, suctioned, poked again, etc. and when it was over looked at me and the hygienist and said, "that wasn't so bad!" He then was showered with praise and awarded his choice of neon-plastic toy prizes (he picked two bracelets and two fake coins) plus a balloon and a new toothbrush which, of course, is where the whole, "I loooove the dentist!" phrase comes into play, I'm sure.
At any rate, he surprised the heck out of me and made me really proud. That kid is growing up in leaps and bounds!