Sooooo, K was running around in the backyard and playing with me (dad). Because she still isn't the most coordinated individual, as she was racing down the concrete porch, she tripped herself with her own foot, think Charlie Chaplin (if she hadn't gotten hurt, it would have been quite comical). She took a nose dive onto the hard concrete floor (concrete-1, K-0). When she hit the ground, her tooth split her upper lip. A while later, after lots of screams and drama, we decided it was bathtime. You know, to ease the pain, since K was having none of the ice on the lip thing.
Well, K, you can now officially say you are our daughter. Welcome to the family of the most injury prone people alive (anyone that knows B and I well, knows this to be an undeniable fact)! I'm certain this won't be the last time you will fall and hurt yourself, but we will still always be there to pick you up, love on you and comfort you.
All cleaned up, just a swollen lip, and a cut on the inside. Her teeth are okay, her ego is bruised, but recovering, her smile...........priceless.
This last picture is how K likes to sleep at night. We used to try and change this behaviour, but learned after a week that this was a futile battle we weren't going to win. Now we think it is adorable. However, it does make it difficult to keep a blanket on her at night. K literally flops all over the crib at night. We find her at both ends of the crib, mulitple times throughout the night.
