So Sam got a concussion on Monday too. He came home from school and told me he was really tired and had a big knot on his head. He was in his weight lifting class and the assisted pull up machine flipped him on his head when he bent over to pick something off the floor. 3 concussions are better than 2.
Sam found his first diary. I don't know how old he was when he wrote this, but it's pretty funny.
My amazing and selfless parents came to teach us how to tile. Because of my accident the night before, they did a lot of the cutting and the staging. They knew it was going to be hard on their bodies and they did it anyways. I sure love them.
Seth and his reading buddy, Tigress.
Ada and I at church, fuzzy and slap happy because of our concussions.
Ada holding the baby while I used the bathroom.
Evelyn and her acrobatics buddy.
Sam making our Thanksgiving Apple pies.
Seth's Thanksgiving Play. I have more pictures so I'll write about that one with those.
Evelyn's violin club presentation.
