tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3049898801533071822011-07-30T12:03:46.390-07:00shelikestodancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625698902311021322noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304989880153307182.post-84780532273743997672010-08-04T18:49:00.000-07:002010-08-07T19:12:16.999-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;">Tonight Tennessee fell all the way down the stairs!! I think <i>all 3 of us</i> were freaked out afterwards. I didn’t even know he had headed for the stairs, but suddenly I heard Jeff yelling, and I ran over and caught the tail end of it, right before TN landed at the bottom. Then Jeff held Tennessee for awhile, and then I held him for awhile, and then he laid in his crib and fell asleep. I think in total he cried for about 20 minutes. He ended up with a big carpet burn under his eye, that looks like a shiner. Too sad. Luckily he seems to be okay.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;">Before the tragedy, we went on our nightly walk down Haywood Road, and Tennessee started humming like Tarzan. He has been humming like that for several days afterward (I’m writing this entry on Aug 7).</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304989880153307182-8478053227374399767?l=dancing-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shelikestodancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625698902311021322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304989880153307182.post-85709794615209504932009-08-03T08:37:00.000-07:002009-08-03T09:43:04.060-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVFkb3vm9tw/SncTjOE82lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fGa2lGcM0Z0/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVFkb3vm9tw/SncTjOE82lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fGa2lGcM0Z0/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365778976830446162" /></a><br />I have a son. He is two months old. His name is Tennessee Luke. He likes to swing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304989880153307182-8570979461520950493?l=dancing-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shelikestodancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625698902311021322noreply@blogger.com5