Friday, July 03, 2009

C'mon, spit that pit!

Emily seems none the worse for wear after a nasty fall from the monkey bars last Friday. After she fell, Emily earnestly informed her mother: "I need a doctor." She was right. You can feel the stitches in her little noggin but the hair is too thick to see them.

We had a nice fruity lunch today, careful not to swallow the cherry pits. Meanwhile her Mom is running a garage sale on her day off in Eden Prairie, she reported $70 in sales before noon.

Kathleen made the fruit bowl and these photographs. (Don't worry about that arm tattoo. It washes off. We checked.)