Sunday, May 23. golf ball sized goose egg.
Sunday, June 6th...
Remember that jam we made?
I dropped a jar of it at breakfast.
Shattered the jar. ¾ full of jam.
Cleaned it up.
Went to church.
Home from church.
Cohen’s up and running for whatever reason.
Starts crying and holding his foot up.
Stepped (ran) on a piece of glass.
Mommy and daddy try to get the piece out.
Every other Sunday.
Cohen will be wearing shoes and his hockey helmet all day long.
I may or may not be kidding.
(and to top it off he has a fever and is miserable today.)
(so we made a trip to the pediatrician.)
(quick strep negative.)
(probably just a virus.)