


FOR THE GOOD LOVE! Our sweet son has now knocked out one tooth plus TWO, which makes THREE. I can't even believe it. So on Sunday morning, right before church, I went to look for the wipes (cuz Corbin was # 2-ing) and I heard him crying in the kitchen. I ran to pick him up and he was bleeding; I was hysterical of course and ran him to Ross, who was in the shower, and noticed a tooth on the floor. After Corbin was all cleaned up I went to see what happened and noticed ANOTHER tooth on the floor and a chunk missing out of the chair! All I can say is that I hope this is not the first of many calamities. I am a wuss. I hate blood and seeing my babe's owies. I thought I wanted like 20 boys but after this experience I think I am fine with one or two. P.S. I am the only one who can call him 'quazi' NO one else!!!