So Grace has recovered from her mild cold extended illness. Thanks for all the warm wishes for her health. Considering the swine flu outbreak, we are glad things did not escalate.
It's a pig with no ears, okay?!
So Grace has recovered from her mild cold extended illness. Thanks for all the warm wishes for her health. Considering the swine flu outbreak, we are glad things did not escalate.
Well the ball is, like, you find a boy ... the moms find a boy.
If they like a boy, they choose it.
First, someone says, "Grace, do you want to be Dad's husband?"
"Yes."
"Dad, to you want to be Grace's husband?"
"No."
And then the boy and the girl go home, and the girl shows the boy all around the house, and then they go different places that the boy has never been.
The End.
I don't want to be here anymore! Waaaah! Let's escape!
Waaaah! Is that my brains?
Now I know what my guts look like! Waaaaah!
Don't let the doctor touch me. He will take my blood, and then I will DIE!!!
Last night Grace was climbing onto a Rubbermaid bin in her closet. The bin gave way, and Grace fell, her leg smashing into the dresser corner on the way down.
Her skin *gag, wretch, gag* ripped. She didn't get cut, the skin just ripped open.
Matt took her to the ER where she patiently waited to be stitched up.
*by patiently, I mean screaming bloody murder the entire three hours, and having to be strapped down to the bed in order for the doctor to look at her
Grace is feeling much better today, thankfully. It was a long night, and I and glad to have my happy girl back. No more dangerous climbing for her, no sireee.
Except this morning when I saw her climbing onto the bunk bed, without using her hands. And I almost fainted.