A blog about my daughter growing up and facing the joys and challenges of growing up with Down syndrome and Tetralogy of Fallot while enjoying the love of a rough older brother. (Look how purple her feet were before her heart repair.)
Oh that is so creepy. I used to like snakes and was trying to show my husband they weren't that bad. And the baby snake I was holding bit me twice. No more snakes for me.
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