And she got that trait from me, besides the falling down thing . . .
So my daughter is at physical therapy, which when you're two means going to an indoor playground with a professional playmate who challenges your skills in the guise of play. Michael and Hannah bonked heads together, and Hannah laughed so hard she had to sit down or her bum and belly laugh until she got control of herself. This, she got from me. She has Lord Honey's skinny bird like legs, but she has my love of a good pratfall or head bonking every time.
Mother of two, step-mom to two more. Married. Work in the theatre of the absurd, behind the curtain, and pulling the strings. First daughter was a preemie, new Baby has MCADD, or Medium Chain Acyl-CoA Dehydrogenase Deficiency (Mighty Crappy Aggravating Disorder) and mild Cerebral Palsy, because the fun never stops around here. Foggy mind. If I wore a button it would say: Lose mind now, Ask me how! Things you might find here: bits and pieces of fluff about babies with wacky disorders, mommying, knitting very slowly, and stuff I don't say at work. If you want to send me free stuff just email me at gingerbblog at gmail.