A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Dinner, Birthdays and Toes

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Dinner, Birthdays and Toes

Saturday Demi Roo had a sleep over with her friend Annie. Annie was celebrating her 8th B-day...HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNIE!!!

We went to dinner with Curt's Aunt Peggy and her ex-hubby Don. Don't get weird, her and Don are best friends and he is a great guy. We enjoyed getting to see them, especially since Don is heading off today, Wednesday, for his home country of Sri Lanka for 6 months. We had a great time guys and wish Don a safe trip home to see family. Peg-you need to call us if you get bored...I am always up for a movie!!!

Curt celebrated his 37th birthday September 5th. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE HANDSOMEST HUBBY EVER!!! He turned 37...3 years until his mid life crisis he says!! :-P
During his lovely birthday weekend, he stubbed his little toe on his right foot and broke it..YOUCH!!! He is limping along nicely with a toe that is twice the size of normal and many shades of purple, green, yellow and blue. He is currently sporting sandals with socks to work (can you say SEXY) since his shoes do not fit. hehehe ( I promised Gimpy Joe I wouldn't laugh, but I cannot help it..)

Demi's mouth is healing up nicely, we go back in another week or so to see how the tooths viability is doing. We are hoping to see some bone growth going on and that the tooth can be saved! Keep up the prayers!

That is all that is happening with the Kovick clan for now...blessings to everyone out there

1 comment:

Britney said...: You guys are just having all sorts of bad luck with injuries huh?!; 12:43 PM

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes