Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Brought Gideon along to TB's bridal dress fitting (I had to learn how to bustle her dress, me being the matron of honor and all). Anyhow, that didn't work out so great. Gideon has this habit of walking one direction while looking the other and here was lots of distracting, sparkly stuff in this boutique. So he smashed his face real good on a steel chair knob. I haven't heard him scream like that for a long time. For a minute I thought I was going to have to take him to the hospital, he wouldn't even let me look at his face. He's OK, I cured him with ice cream, but I'm concerned he'll be sporting a shiner for the wedding. A mother's dream of cute tuxedo pictures might be dashed.



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