Tuesday, November 2, 2010


She's the eighth dwarf. And she's my daughter.

She's sniffly. Snotty. And occasionally screams bloody murder. And she's unable to be calmed. Which makes her sniffly. And Snotty.

Is this teething, or something else I am entirely unprepared for?

::hides head under desk, hoping Dumpy the Dwarf transforms back into sweet little Ansley::

1 comment:

  1. I'm so sorry that the little miss is sick. Let me know when she is better and I will come visit. Love ya!!