While Marcus has been on travel for the last month I have been keeping my girls alive. I'm not sure how but somehow they both are still breathing though not without their fair share of bumps and bruises and, perhaps, nicotine addictions.
Just today I was showing Alex how to hula hoop with a weighted hula hoop (the kind with water in it...for whatever reason). She apparently was entranced by the prowess that is my hula hooping as she walked right into it, head first. A few minutes later and I'm wondering what the heck she did to her head when I was politely reminded of that one time when I hula hooped into my daughter's face.
Last night Josephine did a full-on face plant after falling off the bed. I went to grab her as it happened but to no avail. It sounded painful and I'm sure it was because she did a very long silent wail before letting out the big one.
Still though, I'm not sure that's better or worse than the cigarette butt she put in her mouth tonight. Yeah. That happened. On my watch. And it was a nasty cigarette butt, too. Not fresh, clearly been outside for a while. After getting it away from her she shivered as the horrid taste surely hit her.
Marcus comes home in less than a week and none too soon if you ask me. Here's hoping both girls have all appendages and various other body parts accounted for by the time he gets back.
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