Sunday, January 6, 2013

Must there always be blood?

Ok so maybe I exaggerate a little.  There is not always blood wherever we go just usually when there are new clothes being worn and more predictably clothes light in colour.  In the end really it was my fault.

I took three of the kids to a party Saturday night.  It was put on by our provincial organization for folks with cerebral palsy who also serve others with different disabilities.  Everyone had a great time.  There was food, dancing and visiting with friends.

It was all fine and dandy until Phoenix took a header.  Poor kid.  When she fell she knocked one of her front teeth to the point she loosened it.  The pain must have been tremendous.  Amazingly though she was still ready to party.  Someone found her balloons, the macarena was played and the distraction was enough to lessen the discomfort she was feeling.  One of the volunteers present happened to be a hygienist and said that she had seen grown men dropped to their knees from doing something similar.

My girl is a warrior.

The other two were party animals.  On the floor all night dancing with anyone and everyone.

She has a good time no matter where she is

They adore each other

doing the macarena and balloons

Her poor mouth!

Party Man

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