Monday, April 23, 2007

With what looks like two black eyes and a goose-egg on his forehead you might think we've been beating the poor boy. But really he's just a bruiser, a mighty Tonka trunk with absolutely no fear, not even of pain. And is it any wonder I start hyperventilating when I loose sight of him? Seriously, nothing sends me into a panic attack faster than not knowing where Caleb is. His latest endeavors include breaking our drinking glasses and playing with the remaining shards of glass until he's bleeding all over the place and falling head first off of furniture. Yesterday he was all set to jump head first into our fire pit and I don't even want to know what his plans are for today. Heaven help us!
posted by Shana # 1:57 PM
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