I could post a series of pictures rather than just this one showing Katie pushing her car seat around. She was all over it: climbing in it, pushing it, turning it over. And I have that on film- or, on my computer. But the important thing is, we, her stupid parents, learned that the laws of physics still apply to our daughter. Let's just say that this image is the moment directly before the rest of the afternoon where she averaged at least one bump, owie or boo-boo the rest of the day. Directly after this shot, as I fidgeted with the camera and Eric watched from the couch, she plunged forward and fell face-first onto the hardwood. She has a busted lip, and I was convinced last night that her nose would be bruised this morning because it was a little wider in the middle after her accident than before. She also has a diagonal cut on the skin between her nose and upper lip.
She was having the best time before the first catastrophe of the day, and that's how it always seems to go. There was one time she was kneeling in front of her rocking chair, laughing and smiling up at us, only to turn around, lose her grasp on the bottom rung of the chair, and fall forward to hit her mouth and gums on the chair. Needless to say, that killed that moment, as it did yesterday. She was gradually blithe again, but it seemed easier each time she sat down hard or slipped or lost her grip on something the rest of the day to get upset. And it seemed there were constant booms and thumps all day, until finally, after our Wal-Mart run overlapped with her usual last bottle call before bed time, her eyebrow was a distressed pink streak from crying the whole car ride home. We sat on the porch swing, enjoying the end of the day, rocking Katie as she downed the bottle in her jammies and red knit cap. I think, though, I'll renew my call for a Katie-sized helmet, this time, can someone include a face mask? She might lose a few teeth, if not.
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