Shiner

Unfortunately, not the good kind.

Peanut had a tumble at the end of last week, at the sitter's house. She emailed me pictures at work, and it looked like my child had a silly putty egg growing out of her forehead.

This child has my coordination, which is to say she has none. She trips and falls all the time. She's had more scrapes and cuts and bruises in her 3 short years than most people have had in a lifetime. Luckily, she hasn't broken any bones...yet.

It's bad enough when she falls and hurts herself like that, but with this last spill, the effects have lasted into this week. The bruise is turning these wonderful shades of purple and black, and it's also stared to drain out of her forehead and pool in her eye sockets and cheeks, giving her this wonderful "I'm a brawler" look. OK...it looks like we beat the living shit out of her.

Juice took her to the grocery store with her yesterday, and she said she got some pretty hard stares from people.

I just hope our next one is a little more careful.