Friday, August 2

Black eye


My first black eye was from my husband and a tennis ball. My next was last week.

It was from my poor, innocent, baby. Brady brought Tagg in our bed in the middle of the night and I woke up to a remote control straight to the eye. I cried because I didn't want to open it and not be able to see like the last time I got a black eye.  Luckily all is well.  I went about our dates and activities with my shiner and I got a whole lot of comments like, "I bet you are pregnant and not telling yet,"or "When are you thinking about having another baby...you just have that look." Now I know what I look like when I'm pregnant. Battered and tired. 


1 comment:

Katie Plewe said...

Oh Minds! Your poor eyes! I'm sorry. I've been loving all your posting!