I sort of forget about the blogging world now and then, but I told this story a couple of times and was told it was blog worthy. Most of Jordo's life is, but I don't have time to blog every day. And sorry the picture is after it healed, I am also a camera slacker!
The other day we were having a boring, quiet afternoon at home while Brooke was napping and Ty was at school. I took advantage of Jordo being self-entertained and tried to get some dinner prep started. The next thing I know, there is a lot of grunting, yelling, 'whoaing' and some pretty intense breathing coming from the front room.
Then the play by play started.
"Mom, Mr. Strong just threw me down, but don't worry!"
"Mom, I just got Mr. Strong, but he's coming back."
"Mom, look, Mr. Strong just threw me down across the carpet!"
"Ow, Mom, Mr. Strong really got me that time!"
I did the mom thing and said it sounded like fun and to be careful. But keep in mind this was an imaginary fight, with an imaginary Mr. Stong. By the end, Jordo had won, but he had the battle wounds to show for something.
Picture the pink remains of a sore on the bridge of his nose, bright scabby red for days! A rug burn down his nose, all thanks to Mr. Strong.
and.... If you stuck it out through the story and got this far :)....
We will have another addition to the Shaw family the beginning of April. We are so excited and will find out a just before Thanksgiving if Brooke gets a sister or will be the only girl. We are fine either way and just excited to know!
