...thanks to Emily I can now say I have fished up my child's nose for something they stuck up there. It was 10pm, she came downstairs with a bloody nose, and sure enough I could barely see it up there. After a couple of prayers, a couple of different tweezers, one last big sneeze made the object come flying out. Gotta love those Polly Pocket shoes!
Jeff wasn't home this weekend so I was kind of starting to panic trying to decided what I would do if I had to take her to the hospital. Luckily, I didn't have to. This was all after I found her cutting off some ripped pieces of her nightgown. Never a dull moment with Emily. Of course when I ask her why she does it, she says, "I don't know."
Brothers On Maps
2 days ago
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Oh Kelly, I am sooo sorry. When she gets older and starts a family, just tell her you hope she has 3 children just like her when she was little. Hang in there.
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