Doubling Down....

 Fio has been the queen of the Kleenex box for about two months now, and it's getting old--honk, honk. What the heck is she allergic to?

Congratulate your girl: she's finally mastered the "Published on" button that regulates when her words of wit and wisdom appear in print. (Any semi-bright three-year-old probably mastered this function at birth.)

Whew! Fiorella had a long day yesterday--first dressing up in new clothes for a party that Baby Girl's friends were staging in Daughter's honor, then spending the rest of the afternoon recovering from it all. Yep, she fell S-O-U-N-D asleep

Come nighttime, Fio not only realized that she (1) was going to have a very hard time hanging up all her new clothes in her exceedingly small closet, and (2) that she was behind in her pills because she hadn't swallowed ANY of them during the day. The only thing to do was to gulp down each pill about ten minutes apart and pray.

To close off Fiorella's day, Pastor Gronberg appeared at the front door to thank for her contribution to the Ukraine fund. She only wishes she could have given more.💕