Last night after the ball game, Cate ran away from me with her hands in her pockets... MmHm. Boom. Face plant, right on the hardwood. Her sharp little baby teeth did a number on her bottom lip. Today it's still puffy and purple. At breakfast she kept saying, "Lip. Hurts. Ball game. Ice." Over and over. And over.
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Here's Cate and her pre-injury lips:
She loves to climb in his lap, grab his face, and give LOUD kisses. It makes us all laugh.
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Thank you for the laughs, the tears, the Wish-I-Was-there moments. Thank you for keeping us connected. I love you very much! XOXOXOX
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