Grateful...

When you see the the word grateful, I know you probably think this would be sappy. However, today I am grateful my mouth was closed when Brant puked sour milk on my face. Not the baby spit up but a whole bottle of sour milk projectiled across my lips, down my chin and neck, all over my arm, splattered on my foot, and puddled on the floor. Sorry no pictures. I am a sympathetic puker, but I did make it through the 5 second delay while Bryce was recovering from shock before he took Brant out of my arms and into the bathroom to clean it off. Thank goodness I have a hubby with a relatively strong stomach; just don't ask him about pathology on 5 day old dead cows in Mississippi in the summer. Our other adventure of the day was the report the teacher gave me when I picked Brylin up from school. Long story short, a boy in her class kept acting crazy and bothering her so she chose to choke him. Did you know you talk funny when someone chokes you and you cough afterwards? Brylin does. Let's hope she learns a little more self control quickly. Bless her heart. NOTE: Bully is not our dog, he is MSU's mascot. He spent nearly everyday at the vet school and was a really awesome dog. I, personally, do not own any dogs. Bryce and our children have 2 dogs, Tessa is a brindle boxer and Reepicheep is an Australian shepherd. Our family does have a mouse chasing, snake killing, black, outdoor cat Pedro.