Those of you who know us well, know the Whitaker family is no stranger to the ER. Amazingly, as many times as we’ve been (this marked visit #7 in 4 years) we still haven’t seen Dr. Carter, shoot, at this point we’d settle for Luca. Oh well, I digress…
Anna-Laura RUNS everywhere she goes, and I do mean everywhere. This morning, she was high-tailing it around the coffee table and BAM! Teeth through the bottom lip. This wasn’t a through-and-through like our last visit (#6), “just a puncture wound” says the ER doc. So, we basically paid $50 for a guy to tell us to let her eat ice cream. Blue Bell anyone?
In other less dramatic, but equally exciting news, the boys had their first golf lessons this morning! My dad hosted them at his neighborhood’s country club and they had a ball. Pun intended. You should see John Paul’s drive. Man, that kid is gonna be dangerous. Will’s chip shot was impressive. And, Mom even learned what a “sweet spot” is in golf. And here I was thinking it had something to do with Amy’s Ice Cream.
Picture from this afternoon’s birthday party at Connor’s. This was just after the rocket launch, which, according to the boys was, “Totally wicked!” Yes, we’ve seen The Incredibles way too many times.