My brother's girls call me Donk because when I was younger, he called me Donk to get on my nerves...so because he is still my big brother he got them to call me Donk. It was easier for them to say Donk than Aunt Grace when they were learning to talk and I didn't care what they called me just as long as they called me something so Donk stuck.
Here are some pictures, videos, and stories from the week. Enjoy!
On Tuesday I went to Chali's school and met her teacher. Chali gave me a tour of the whole school. It really is an amazing school with a faculty that have hearts for those kiddos.
Karis playing dress-up.
The girls showed me the public library on Friday. It has an awesome play area for the kids.
This was our hair salon/dance party/musical chairs/tea party...never a dull moment!
Saturday we all went ice skating! It was fun while it lasted. Poor Chali busted her bottom and hit her head, but it wasn't anything some hot chocolate couldn't cure. And notice my hair in the first picture and in this picture. My sister-in-law is the only person I trust with my hair. I can walk in and say "do whatever" and I am always pleased. (If you live in the Fort Wayne area...she works at In Touch on Illinois Ave)
2 comments:
I love your hair! Love the bangs : ) And Karis looks like a little Chali : ) They are too cute!
Chali IS such a "rockin' machine!"
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