On Sunday morning I heard Nina calling down the stairs to me: "Mom, Cameron got all into your make up. He put it all over me and then he put it on himself." Riiight Nina, I'm sure that's exactly how it happened. Doesn't her expression just scream victim?
Then Tuesday I painted Nina's nails "like a rainbow".
There may be a reason for Nina's frequent accidents! I exclaim that because I was on the verge of madness. We have a treatment plan underway and I hope it fixes the problem. It's not a big deal, I promise. But there are just some things I don't like to talk about. I'm weird, I know. So in the diagnosis process, the doctor took an x-ray of Nina's stomach. I got a call that went something like this, "I just had a quick question. I noticed some small pieces of metal in Nina's stomach. Can you think of why that might be?" I asked Nina why the doctor found metal in her stomach picture and Nina told me, "I just eated some trophy. But I didn't eat all of it." Well that's a relief.