You're worth more than a toe to me.

Dear Hailey,

I am finally able to update this blog after having spent the day with you last week. Today is Thursday and my toe hurts still. If you think that sounds funny it is , but it isn't. The truth is that I broke my toe and all I was trying to do was stop you from hurting yourself!

I picked you up on Sunday morning last week. I had to concede to not getting you on Saturday because Mommy didn't want me to get you at Frank's house while his son was there. That is a long story, but there is no reason to get into those details now. Anyway, I woke up early on Sunday in order to get you before Mommy went to Church. She is going at a different time and it may have been hard to get you when she was done. I am really hoping that I can work out a schedule to have you consistently every other weekend from this time forward.

I know you love to play on the stairs, but the one's at Frank's house are really steep an even I sometimes trip on them. I noticed once when you wanted to go downstairs, I had to catch you because you almost fell. That would have been terrible. The part of the stairs that wind around the corner have two inches on them and they are not intended to walk on. I guess you thought you were brave enough but not quite balanced enough to make them. After catching you I needed to make sure that I didn't let you play on them anymore. I would have been devastated if you fell and Mommy would never forgive me or let me take you for the weekend anymore.

Well as it happens, you ran over to go up the stairs once again after breakfast and I ran after you just grabbing you while at the same time jamming my foot into one of the stairs! Ouch! I normally can handle a toe jam, but this time I actually broke my toe! The little one from the song that had no roast beef, next to the one that went weeeee all the way home.  I tarted limping all day long and the people were teasing me at church. I know it was broke though because I can see black and blue marks on it and after 5 days it still hurts very bad. You are of course more important to me than that little guy.

I can't wait to see you again. Hopefully I can Skype with you this week and then next week I am picking you up on Saturday. Maybe the pool will be fixed and we can go swimming. If Mommy lets you that is.  OK honey I'll run now. I can't keep up with this blog all the time, but I will do my best to write about the important things. I love you!

Love,
Daddy