The Fisher Price airplane Ry is playing with was Christopher's. She has aquired quite a few of his toys over the last month. And she loves them. She was trying to fit all 50 of her counting bears (ok, like 36, those little things get lost fast) into the plane and it wasn't exactly working out.
And the scratch on her face... apparently the little miss jumped/fell off of something at the gym (I'm not at all surprised, little monkey). The day it happened it was just a bit red when I picked her up, maybe a touch of rug burn. But over the next two days it scabbed over and looked pretty bad. Everyone was certain she'd had a run in with some concrete. And wouldn't you know it looked the worst that day, on school picture day. Figures. The photo people offered to photoshop it out for $15, but I had to pay ahead of time. No thanks, I'll pass. Who knows if the pictures turned out cute, and even if they did might as well have some record of her bumps and bruises. My sister has an awesome preschool photo with a giant goose egg in the middle of her forehead, it is pretty much the best :o).
Whew, caught up for now.
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