We were driving home from the store last night when a big bird flew into the windshield. It made a loud sound and left behind some gross looking stuff. Olivia looked up from eating and said, "What was that?" I told her that a bird flew into the windshield and she said, "I hope it's..." pause to take a drink. I am thinking that she will finish with something like not dead, or okay, and she finishes with, "a big bird so that I can get lots of new feathers." She is so very compassionate!

Bashed up Baby

Madelyn sure does get the brunt of things sometimes. I don't know if it is being the third child or what, but it seems like she is always getting hurt. She fell out of the van and onto the gravel drive. From the looks of her, I think that she fell directly onto the top of her head. She cut her lip and bloodied her head. Poor Baby!