Who knows what will happen next to this dare devil of mine!
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Ps. 19:14 NIV
Monday, March 3, 2008
Broken Fingers
We really had seriously considered naming her Grace, but decided against it later. It would have been totally hilarious if we had, because from the moment she began walking this girl has stumbled and hurt herself over and over. I actually took her to a pediatric eye dr when she was 3, because she kept falling over nothing. After a examination, the Dr assured me that she was fine. To make a long story short, she fell 2 weekends ago while dancing with her friends. Yes, dancing. Apparently, she fell while doing the splits. She didn't even tell me right away, till she shows me her hand and says, "My finger really hurts." Her pinkie finger was "hanging" off to the side. I just stood there, looking at Dh, like what do we do. Then she started to cry. It was obvious that something was really wrong. Sure enough, after a X-rays, it was indeed broken. She is the most joyful girl and my biggest dare devil. (Last summer, she took a pogo stick on the trampoline! )
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HA HA....my parents often called me "Grace" after running into walls, chipping my tooth on a pogo stick...or (and I'm embarrassed to say) scuffing myself really badly when I tried to pop a wheelie like the kids on the corn flake commercials.
~ll~,
That is GREAT! We did take her to the dentist to check her teeth after the pogo incident. Her gums swelled terribly!
Atleast, I know that she will survive....you did!
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