Grace took these pictures of Jude. Notice his favorite shirt. The one he keeps pulling from the dirty laundry to wear again (and again and again). Once every couple of days I peel it off him to wash it, thinking it won't make it back onto Jude's body, but will instead go downstairs into the summer clothes box. Then I turn around and he's wearing the shirt--again!
Also, notice his front tooth. It's grey. He fell off the counter about six weeks ago (shouldn't have been up there, but he was) and knocked his tooth back when he hit the counter edge on the way down. I called my dad. The prescription was simple. Push the tooth back into its proper position and hold it there for ten minutes. All it took was two grown adults and plenty of sweat (Momma and Daddy) and tears (Jude). Dad said the tooth might be a gonner. Or it might turn black. It turned grey. Lovely. Apparently it's a very common childhood occurrence.
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