Thursday, September 11, 2008

Dare Devil

My mom used to tell me stories about how I would climb everything.  She said that she found me sitting on the kitchen table one day, but there were no chairs around.  Apparently, I was a climber and a dare devil.  Did I mention that I broke both of my arms when I was 5 years old?  I thought I could fly.  Well, it looks as though both of my girls are climbers.  God help us.....



Ummm, that stroller is for baby dolls, not baby Kate....

1 comment:

Blain&Deedra said...

They are sooo cute. I can't believe how observant they can be. All your stories are like carbon copies of mine. Climbing, walking, wrestling, etc. Except my niece who is two days younger than my girls isn't used to wrestling and she was caught by surprise oops. Note to self: baby gate for any other child, for their own protection.