Thursday, January 12, 2012

Lucy's First Battle Wound

So, the other day, my mom calls me. And she says the most frightening thing I've heard in a while:

"Lucy got hurt."

Panic immediately enters my brain and I start calculating how fast I can get to Lucy and how many laws I'm willing to break to do it. (Answer: All of them.)

"But she's fine."

Okay . . .

"She didn't even cry."

Apparently, my amazing little girl (who is days away from walking), was showing her cousins how good she is at standing up all on her own and fell over and hit her head on my sister's hearth.

So . . . Lucy has her very first shiner!

Sorry the picture is so blurry. We wanted to tell everyone she got into a fight with the cat (believe me, if that was true, Lucy had it coming), but the real story is better: That Aimee gave her the black-eye. (Well, Aimee's house, technically.)

Hopefully, there won't be too many more of these incidents.

(As I knock on wood, throw salt over my left shoulder, and stroke a rabbit's foot.)