Will scoot across the quilt for Dad's shoelaces.
"Dude, I know you aren't touching me with your wet nose."
Baby's face + side of box springs & bed frame = crying baby & guilt ridden mommy
I didn't just let her fall, I took her down with me. I'm a lot of things, but graceful isn't one of them. Once we all calmed down I tried to take a picture of her first fat lip. (It's more skinned than split.) You can tell she took a tumble, but her face doesn't look as bad as I feel. Don't know if it will swell up more as the day goes on or not.
Here's to a better second half of the day.