What we parents won't do to protect our children.
Carrying Mr. 3 downstairs last night in the midst of an inconsolable crying jag, my foot went out from underneath me as I descended the stairs. Wanting to protect him, guess what took the brunt of the fall!
As if my ass wasn't big enough to start with, NOW I have a lump the size of a fist on my right cheek!
I think it's too bad Shakey's real name doesn't begin with a "C." I could have wooed him with some romantic story of branding myself in his honor.
On the bright side, Mr. 10 thinks it looks like a horseshoe, so maybe it's a mark of good luck.
Guess the swimsuit cover is out this year!