As I have already mentioned, Mary Grace had the time of her life at the river. Unfortunately, she was a bit of a wounded soldier as she battled an ear infection and an unfortunate face plant on the cement… but nonetheless, she marched (or swam) onward. Oh, and a noteworthy accomplishment from her trip while I’m at it- while away, Mary Grace spent every night in a big girl bed! I guess this means we’re safe to make the transition here at home. Would someone please tell me where my baby has gone??