Booboos And Owwies
Late yesterday my kid fell and got a big scratch on her knee. This tragedy was not discovered until I went to change a diaper and there was blood on her ARM. I thought, 'Oh, when she fell she must've scraped her elbow and now it's bleeding.' I looked, no scrape and no scratch. The kid herself was not complaining and not crying, nothing. I looked down at her knee and there was a long, bloody scratch. I freaked. The kid looked at me and freaked. So, both of us freaked and then we calmed down and had some milk and hot chocolate and went to bed. [Badly edited on account of . . .]
This morning things were alright, but the kid wanted to cuddle and be held. (I love this. I just wish my kid didn't have to be -- even slightly -- hurt for it to happen.) I walked around all morning with her attached to my neck, pointing to the owwie and generally acting sick. She even took an hour and a half nap this afternoon. She never does that.
Anyway, I said all that to say this. I do not have time to redo all those old entries. I just want to get on with new stuff. So, I'll just go on from here. Thank you. That's all.
