Right after Spencer was born some ladies from church came over to see him. We visited for about 30 minutes while you Blake, wandered in and out of the room. Once it was time for them to go, one lady noticed her shoe was missing. I remembered you playing with it and went into the other room to look for it. Imagine my horror as I turned the corner and found about 3 dozen broken eggs on the kitchen floor, and right in the middle of the mess…the missing shoe! I wasn’t really all that surprised as breaking eggs had become an obsession with you! You have broken them at home, at the store, and in the guest house we rented. You have broken them on the tile, on the linoleum, in a shopping cart, and inside the fridge. We have even had to install a lock on the fridge door to keep you out of them. Sigh…well, I’m sure this is a stage that will pass in time, I just wish I knew why you were so obsessed with eggs! --January 2007
Eeeeew! lol! Hope that obsession passed, Ginger! Fabulous page, and hey, you gotta scrap the good, bad, and ugly, right? Gorgeous page, and great(well, you know!) story!