As if falling out of her bed wasn’t enough drama for the day, the bug slipped and did a face plant in her play area, smack onto the hardwood floor. Gushing blood from both nostrils is how we ended our fabulous day.
I think it’s time to break into that bottle of red that’s been sitting on the kitchen counter for a couple of months.
Do you think I’ve blogged enough for the day? Yeah, me too.
Holy cow. What a day she’s had! Tuck that kid into bed with a long cuddle… Poor baby.
Oh goodness! I’ll have a glass in your honor ;)
Oh, boo. Poor tiny nose. Her nose has seen far more than it’s fair share of trauma.
oh god….sucks! definitely crack that open and have an extra glass for me.