I caught Ethan hopping around the house today in imitation of me hobbling around with my gimpy foot. He was having a grand ole time of it too. Sophia thinks it's the funniest thing in the world to get bounced around in my arms when I have to haul her off somewhere that she can't/won't go on her own. Isaiah doesn't seem to notice all of the trouble he's caused me. How long does it usually take for sprained/twisted/whatever-it-is-I-did-to-myself ankles take to heal? The rest my body is getting sore from compensating for the bit that's not working properly.

On a lighter note, hubby just brought home a bag of post-Halloween loot for me.


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