Hall of mirrors

This blog is a mixture of our travel adventures and our new family adventures.
The title comes from a dumb blonde high school girl on a tour with us in Versailles who asked this question in every single room of the Palace.
The picture was taken while on our Honeymoon in China, on the Xian river.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Gray Hairs

Thanks to Atlas, we took a quick(ish) detour from the school today to hit up the urgent care.    He decided he was going to throw a temper tantrum as we were looking for lids to his sippy cup, and he threw himself into the floor, head first hitting the drawer on the way down.   He's fine.  It was too close to his eye for stitches or glue.  The tiny cut bleed for at least 3 hours, though.  Not bad, just tiny beads of blood.  

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