Brooke stood on an anthill this morning. The ants won. Her feet are so swollen and puffy, it's awful to look at.
Ty got bopped in the mouth on a play date last week and has been complaining about it ever since. Last night Trent told me his front tooth is dead. Awesome.
A few days ago I saw a black widow on the porch and mumbled some fairly unchristian things to it as I wielded my flip flop to defend my children.
Parenthood is such an adventure. There is rarely a dull moment at our house.
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4 comments:
Wow! Exciting times at the Blake house. I'd be hibernating.
oh no was that mouth-bop from my boys? i'm so sorry!!!! good thing he's still got his baby teeth in i guess right?
Oh so sorry to hear about all the "fun" you are having. Could a pedicure cure anything?! :)
Beka - he was bopped in the mouth more than once that day, we had a play date before you came over so who knows for sure. No worries, he's accident prone anyway. :)
And yes, Sonja, a pedicure would work wonders!
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