Hey, tough guy...

You know what I love? How especially tough my kiddo has become. She doesn't cry easily. Tuesday she scraped her knuckle playing with her concrete 'baw' and didn't make a peep about it. I found it and cleaned it up when I put her in her car seat to head home. Speaking of head...last night she ran head first into a piece of furniture. Ben gasped, and I thought he was going to cry but Betsy didn't. I don't think she noticed, she did an about-face and ran the other direction. I'm grateful my sweet girl is a tough-guy. Less tears from her means less heartache for me.