It went really well and he was such a big boy. We found out that Dave and I are supposed to help him with his brushing until his about 9 years old. (I had no idea about that) Nonetheless, he had very little tartar on his teeth as evidence by the purple dye.
He had his first x-rays showing that yes, indeedy, he does have his permanent teeth in and they are ginormous. Like me, he's going to have to have 4 bicuspids (?) pulled when he's young so that all his chiclet teeth will fit inside his mouth. However, to help them come in straight, they are going to pull 4 top and 4 bottom so there will be room. The dentist assures me it won't hurt Conor, but I will wait and see on that one.
Conor did really, really well. He had a little conversation with the hygienist answering her questions and commenting on the equipment. And when she started scraping his teeth, I could see his clenched little fist up on his chest. Then he slowly relaxed it and put it on his chest. I was so proud of him, calming himself down and trying not to be afraid.
On the next trip, they want to get x-rays of the sides of his teeth to look for cavities. I'm hoping we can start flossing tonight and prevent him from ever getting cavities. (Dave and I have exceptionally few cavaties)
It was really a big day for Conor!
UPDATED: I keep getting teary eyed thinking about today's dentist visit. He was such his own little man sitting in the chair and interacting with the hygenist. He's really growing up. And it just about breaks my heart.