Neither one of my kids have ever swallowed anything other than food, so I was really surprised that at eight years old, Luke managed to make this childhood milestone. Apparently he was using his teeth to pull off the top of a block that he made, and it came off into his mouth, and down his throat. He's fine, and he learned a big life lesson. After he started eating dinner, he looked up at me, and said, "well, I'm still a little upset, because now I only have three of those little blocks left!"
In other news, I have now been to my chiropractor eight times in the past three weeks, and I have shown major improvement. My pelvis is now aligned, and my foot is now pointing straight out, instead of turning in. Which doesn't sound like a big deal, but the tendon in my foot was pulled so tight, that I was walking/running on a curled foot. I noticed how straight it is while walking Frank yesterday, and I couldn't believe it.
The foot held up really well over the long weekend, we spent more time in the Adirondacks, and took a two mile hike with the kiddo's to a place called Windfall Pond.
Note my dry, blond leftover summer highlighted hair. After I post this I'm heading to the hair dresser for my "winter" color, chocolate brown.
Lots of weekend walking in the perfect fall temps.