Tuesday night, Chloe tried to climb on top of a TV tray. It collapsed under the weight of her huge noggin, and her face got busted up something good. It almost made me barf, although that could have been a leftover urge from cleaning up after Connor's stomach flu.
Ugh! Seriously though, I have to confess- her eyes aren't really that swollen. I just happened to get a perfect sleepy-eyed picture, and couldn't resist grossing you out with it. But the bruises are spreading- she's not as puffy today, but she's got the beginnings of two shiners. Unfortunately that picture hasn't made it from the camera to the computer, so I can't entertain you with that debacle just yet.
I love Chloe dearly, but she is not the more coordinated of my children. I'll just keep putting ice on it and hope there isn't any scarring. With any luck, one day she'll manage to get her nose job covered by insurance.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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