Its been a while but sometimes I like to revisit what our condo looked like before we moved in.
Hardly comparable in my book. Helps me realize that anything is possible. Good on ya Beau!
I vividly remember talking on the phone...with Oshyn on my lap as a toddler. He was dancing around on the seat and rocking back and forth between the desk & I (doing the little munchkin I-can't-sit-still-for-one-minute groove.) Suddenly Preston, I mean Oshyn, missed placing his hands on the desk and hit it with his chin instead. Chomp! Down went his teeth, taking a chunk (literally) out of his tounge. He was bleeding so much I thought maybe he needed stitches, so I called Stephanie and we got in the car--and called Kaiser's advice nurses on the way to ?who knows where--I don't even know if we knew where--the ER or the Dr.? Just feeling sad and anxious for him. Lucky for me I had a friend that thought quick and brought a popscicle to distract Oshyn and the blood. Yadda yadda yadda, turns out that saliva makes it look like more blood than it really is, tounges heal on their own--no stitches needed, and just give him popscicles, sherbert--cold stuff to keep the swelling down. Done. Oshyn had so many cold sweets that day that for dinner when I put a bowl of orange sherbert down in front of him he cried for broccoli.