tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561104.post114890814311762103..comments2023-04-06T07:21:28.712-05:00Comments on life on peach eater creek: i hurtAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03204625068309822016noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561104.post-1148948195552175302006-05-29T19:16:00.000-05:002006-05-29T19:16:00.000-05:00Wally, I sure know what you mean. I'm almost more ...Wally, I sure know what you mean. I'm almost more protective of my grandkids than I was of my own kids. But I was young then, not battered from life, and still feeling pretty immortal. It is miraculous that most kids live to adulthood, particularly in this day and age. This picture is adorable and I'm glad he is OK.<BR/><BR/>I'm visiting my eldest son, DIL, and new baby Zachary in Port Angeles, WA. I've got some photos up at Sacred Ordinary.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561104.post-1148914955839504772006-05-29T10:02:00.000-05:002006-05-29T10:02:00.000-05:00Poor baby, at least he looks like he is not in pai...Poor baby, at least he looks like he is not in pain. When we injure ourselves, it is pain at that body part; when it is a child that injures himself, we feel the pain in our hearts. <BR/>If he has to get it pulled, be sure to let the toothfairy know to leave a sizable prize.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02278325099812587594noreply@blogger.com