I wounded my child today. It was tramatic for her and me. She was riding in a cart at the store for the first time ever. She likes to bend her head back and look at stuff upside down. I know...it's strange, but if it keeps her happy.... She had her head to the side and leaning back. Mommy wasn't paying attention and I bumped her head into another shopping cart. I looked at her with wide eyes, but didn't "freak out". She looked at me with wide eyes and was very quiet...for about a millisecond. Then she screamed like I was hanging her up by her toenails. When I finally got her calmed down, I looked at her face and saw nothing. I thought I had bumped her face into the cart. Nope. She now has a big red mark on her head. The first thing I told my Mother was, "Brian is going to kill me." Have I ever mentioned how protective he is of her? I kept willing her hair to get thicker on the drive from the store to the house so he wouldn't notice it! He gets home from work and she is in her high chair and my Mother is feeding her dinner. I hear Brian say, "Oh, did she scratch her eye?" Yep. Did she also put that lovely gash in the top of her head too? At this point I start bawling and trying to explain what happened and please don't be mad at me.... He just looked at me like I was nuts and say, "stuff happens". I about fell on the floor. I was convinced he was going to read me the riot act.
On a more positive note, I've been keeping up with daily photos of Miss K. They aren't great, but I am taking them. This is one that I took the other night. I bought her a pink Old Navy cap for Christmas. She prefers to wear it backwards....like her daddy.