Did I jinx myself by saying bigger things were sure to come? I now know I am brave enough to sit there while my kid's head gets stapled. Blake and Reade were running around the living room and Blake knocked into Reade. He slowly fell, bonked his head on our brick hearth, and started to bleed. I hoped for glue. He got staples:
Andrew's hand looks so big in comparison to Reade's little head. He was so brave.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Posted by Shannon at 5:02 PM
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