This morning, we experienced a case of deja boo-boo when Emily randomly walked into the tv stand and whacked the same eyebrow in almost the exact same location. Another trip to the doctor and another dab of glue later, she is thankfully on the mend. Since the poor girl appears to have inherited her mommy's lack of coordination, Marty wants to put foam bumpers on all of the tables, and I am considering buying her a football helmet.
Here are the answers to yesterday's Two Truths and a Lie:
2. I caved in and played the “Guess Your Age/Weight/Birthday” game and won! That nice, intelligent man thought I was 29!
I am not a glutton for punishment. There's no way I am going to pay someone to publicly humiliate me by guessing my weight OR my age! I saved the cash and bought more food.
3. We finally cut the wild sprig of hair behind Drew’s ear—the sprig we like to call his old man hair.
As much as Marty wants to snip the sprig, I would sooner cut all my hair (including that patch of gray) off than cut that cute baby wisp.
3. After Drew said “hot dog” in the car on the way to daycare, I had a moment of weakness and decided they could eat hotdogs with the rest of class at lunch for the first time ever.
Drew has learned the word "hot," and everything is "hot." As cute as it is, even if he said "hotdog," he still wouldn't convince me to give him processed meat on a bun. For now, they'll continue to get turkey and cheese sandwiches on hotdog/corn dog day.