Ouchies

We had our first big ouchie of the season yesterday. Ellie was going crazy in the kitchen, despite repeated requests to GET OUT while I'm making dinner...I guess she was too absorbed in her new jump rope to listen. Anyways, she is jumping up and down like crazy when BAM! she jumps right into the center island...Somehow, someway, her poor little nose hits the underside of the island, which leaves a deep cut right across the bridge. Ugh. Of course, as anyone would do, she starts screaming bloody murder. Poor thing.

As a mother I cannot stand it when one of my girls gets hurt...breaks my heart every time. I will never forget when Koda (our beagle) pushed Ellie's stroller down the cement front stairs on 2ND street in Manistee. All I remember is looking down and seeing the stroller face down with two little hands waving frantically from underneath it...and a wailing that resembled a very unhappy banshee.

So far Emma has not had to many accidents. She did get stuck head first in the toy box with the lid down on her the other day but that was on Grandpa's watch, not mine! I blame it all on Kevin. I never had these issues when I was little. I was a calm little girl, never even got a broken bone. My wonderful husband on the other hand was like a walking catastrophe when he was little (sometimes still is). Hopefully my genes will kick in soon and they will grow out of it.