We have officially experienced our first busted lip. This happened at church yesterday when Rhodes fell on a toy. His little shirt was covered in blood and all he kept saying was "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" He was ready to run around again as soon as his teachers had him cleaned up and ate a full meal at lunch. This is one tough little boy.
Looking out the window watching daddy mow the yard. He laughed and smiled at him every time he walked by his window.
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