Five for Fighting

So, Grandpa David and Grandma Jo gave me this great Minnesota Wild hockey get-up and Mommy thought it would be a great time for me to try it out, now that winter has officially hit Boston. Things went well initially, and I enjoyed the new gear. But then came the on-ice game -- and I got into my first fight. The ref called me for "fisticuffs" so I will have to sit out the next game, but I think I will retain my position as high-scorer on the squad (we get all the girls with this title, unlike my Uncle Brandon who is forced to wear a "golden helmet" during games with a similar title on his team in Denmark). In any case, all I was left with was a bunch of disheveled hair and a small cut over my left eye. My dad the pediatrician (and plastic surgeon?) said it should heal up well. I don't mind. A small scar and a breast milk mustache are all in a day's work. And Mommy was happy because I kept all of my new teeth (all four of them...with two more on the way!). As Uncle Brandon used to say when he came home with a black eye and scratches al over his face -- "You should have seen the other baby!" Here are the pics to prove it:





More soon. Have to get to the whirlpool to recover for now. Love, TSG. XOXOXOXOXO.