Liv and I ventured out for a walk in this unseasonably warm weather. She had a blast, and loved it when the wind blew her blond whispy hair around. Liv asks that you overlook the battle wounds on her forhead - the bruise is from a fall earlier last week, and the scratch when she fell into her washing mashine (a small fake one, of course).
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That's it. I'm calling DCFS.
Seriously though, she must be a Scarsella if she is falling over things.
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