One of those days...

Well, today Mackenzie got her first battle scars. As we were finshing lunch, Mackenzie decided to venture out around the kitchen. Groceries were not quite yet put away. Mackenzie thought it would be fun to climb on a bundle of paper towels. Unfortunately, at the tender age of 10 months old, she hasn't quite figured out the law of gravity. So after the bundle tipped, she landed face first on the floor. After a patented wail, Danielle picked her up to console her. Next thing you know, a trail of red is all over Danielle's shirt. Her first bloody nose. We try to clean it up, she is crying. I fill a dish cloth with ice cubes, unfortunately, her little nose was only one ice cube big, so that method didn't really work. Regardless, the bleeding stopped. So, we wonder, is it broken? Does it hurt? Our poor hearts melted for her. So, a bit of cuddling, a little walk and a little nap, Mook returned to her old self once my mom arrived. I am glad my father was there when it happened, otherwise all the commotion may have had us waiting in the hospital emergency room. So, I go to work and try and put the events behind me. Around 9pm, Danielle calls, next thing you know, she plays good news bad news with me. I said lets hear it. During their game of peek a boo with Danielles hair, my little Mook got a little too close and and Danielle bopped her in the head again. Her little nose bled once again. However, the good news is that she did not cry. Thankfully, she is as tough as her dad. :) Thanks to my father in law who called his surgeon brother in law in Boston, just to confirm the symptoms were not that of a broken nose. Hopefully, god willing she will sleep through the night tonight, and get a much deserved rest. Perhaps tomorrow, we will have an injury free day. I know there will be more incidents like this, and it hurts to see it happen, however, such is life.