Tuesday, March 11, 2008

...if Diabetes could...

If Diabetes could play the trumpet...this is how it would look and sound.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

My Turn

Ok it is my turn...

Emma said Fuck yesterday. And when we asked her what did she say. She looked away and said "FUCKY".

It took EVERYTHING we had not to piss ourselves after she left the room.

Diabetes blows.

Saturday, March 01, 2008


Thank you for letting Dada post about me on your blog. So far you have been a really great big sister. I love it especially when you hold me on the couch. But it is too bad that your arms get sore so quickly (psst...don't worry i will not tell them about the booger you wiped on the cushion). Also when you touch my head with your hands to gently i know that you are there and care for me.
I have seen you get your finger poked and blood comes out. Then Momma and Dada talk about it. But they always give you hugs after they talk about it. I am not sure what that is all about yet, but i know you will tell me when I am ready. I hope that you tell me a lot of stuff. Even stuff that they do not know about.
I like playing with you. It seems like you have practiced or something before i came home. You know exactly what to say and do to me. You are amazing just like Mommy and Dada say. I think those needles you get everyday are superpowers that only big sisters get. I am lucky. Now lets go dress Dada up like a princess.