Our beautiful, intelligent, poised young daughter was born. I cannot believe this much time has gone by so quickly. She continues to amaze us and we can see the fire in her belly for enjoying life to its fullest. She is our treasure, our only daughter.
I know I've blogged about it before, but Jerome loves to clean the bathroom. Unfortunately I popped in on him while he was cleaning and nearly vomited at what I witnessed. My lovely little boy was cleaning the toilet, not with the toilet bowl brush but with a clorox wipe and his bare hand. He was dunking and scrubbing and dunking and scrubbing. I actually did scream and shout out, "Oh my God, stop that." He looked completely puzzled and I then had to put on a clinic for his benefit in toilet bowl cleaning.
His cleaning days may be numbered. I'm a little hesitant to let him at it again. And quite honestly the thought of him immersing his hands in a dirty toilet bowl nauseates me. End of story.
There are scars, still. Even within the miracles.
4 months ago