Sunday, February 27, 2011

Sunday Mornings

What do you get when a 23 pound almost 3 year old drags around a 20 pound plastic, moving dinosaur?

Lots of fun! 

Did I mention her brother wanted her to carry said dinosaur up the stairs by herself?  They were chasing the cat.  The cat's no fool, Elmo warned him, so he escaped . . . or so he thought. 

My three monsters are currently upstairs tormenting the cat.

I love Sunday mornings.


  1. I miss those Sunday mornings! Relish every minute! Brew up a pot of coffee, of course.



Having a child with a CHD is like being given an extra sense---the true ability to appreciate life. Each breath, each hug, each meal is a blessing when you've watched your child live off a ventilator, trapped in an ICU bed, being fed through a tube. Each minute is a miracle when you've watched your child almost die and come back to you.
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