Yes, we're still alive.
Harper and I went to Pennsylvania to visit my sister and her family over the weekend with my Mom and Dad. Harper was a pretty good little traveler.
Mom and Dad are here visiting until the end of the week.
While we were in PA, I let someone cut off Harper's hair. I am so sorry, dear baby. I did not know that woman was going to chop off your hair and make all of us cry. It will grow, sweet girl. I promise.
Before the PA trip, I went to the emergency room. That little trip was kind of the beginning of my blogging lapse. I was having some abdominal pain for a couple of days and finally went to a doctor. That doctor sent us to the emergency room convinced that I needed to have my appendix out. The ER doctor thought there was a good probability that needed to happen too and ordered a CT scan. Thank goodness for modern technology because it turned out to be only a burst cyst on my ovary. After a couple more days of pain and fatigue, I was pretty much back to normal. Here is a really bad photo of me with bad hair and no makeup in the ER. Looks like I let the same woman who cut Harper's hair cut my hair.