BLAM!
WAAAAA!
Ziva had emptied the wagon of it's contents, climbed in it and then fell out of it. Hitting her face on the underpart of the handle that was not molded or rounded. It was the part with all the hard edges.
Blood everywhere. Screaming. Quite a bit of snot. I took one look at it and said lets go. I know this is sad but I wanted the smallest scar possible. So we go to the ER. Two hours later we are home. ER Dr said that he believed it was most likey superficial. More of a gash than a cut. So no stitches. He then consulted with the Plastic Surgeon on call who said we could come in the next day. We did. The Plastic Surgeon concurred with the ER Dr but said we should come in three weeks to be sure.
So that's it in a nut shell. Buy Wagon. Kid falls out of Wagon. Take kid to ER. Take Evil Wagon back to Wal-Mart.
The real sad thing is if we had had a son and not a daughter I think I would have waited it out.
It was her upper lip that we were most concerned with. The other marks and red places didn't start coming up later.


Thursday
This is how I would sum up Savannah.
We are beginning to think this will be her signature pose. She is still fussing with those teeth.


See Ya.
Just me messing with my camera trying to capture something neat...

I think these three arches use to be carriage house stall doors. Is that how you say it? Look at the different bricks filling in the arches. Hmmm.
A roll of the focus and View #2



The dance between walking up to the fountain and running back. 

Let's Get This Party Started
Z and the Daddy in a tree...sort of.










Z loves brushing her hair.




Well, Let's go!
How many calories is in this drink?!?

Look! A Bird!
Look at Ziva go after the bird.