Tuesday, November 22, 2005


Three Words That Strike Terror in my Heart

"Dogpile on Daddy!"

I swear The Boy is made of lead.

It's okay, I didn't need those vertebrae anyway...

After my and my husband's oldist two children watched a video of "Riverdance," they decided to show Daddy their new dance moves.

On his back.

I still don't think he has recovered and this was at least seven years ago. :)
"I swear The Boy is made of lead."

Mine, too. That, and *really* pointy knees and elbows. It's a painful combination.
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Heh, in this house Mama's gotten pretty good at catching PK mid-fling and softening his landing a bit...
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