1. After managing 30 years with no fractured bones, I was finally taken down by a 1 year old girl. Savvy got a little carried away jumping on our oversized ottoman and as she threw herself at me, the side of her giant noggin made contact with the bridge of my nose. I heard two very loud cracks and saw stars. When the nurse asked me what happened, I pointed at my wispy-blonde-haired, bright-blue-eyed, sweet-smiling Savannah Sunshine and said that she was the culprit. Then I added, “It was my own fault, I shouldn’t have asked her where she was last night.” As it turns out, this is not a funny joke to medical professionals. My dad, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious when I said it to him later. You win some you lose some.
I ended up with a mild concussion and the x-ray showed my nose is fractured in two places but not severely enough to reset it so I have to wear athletic tape over it for a couple of days while it heals.
2. A conversation from this morning…
Avery: “Mommy, when Savvy is older she will be able to read and she will stop throwing food on the floor.”
Me: “Yes, she will. And so will you.” (*Thinking*: Because, newsflash, you can’t read either, Avery, and I’m constantly cleaning up after you, so let’s not throw stones, shall we? Glass houses and such? Mm?)
Avery: “Also you will have to share your wine and your car keys with us.”
Me: “Well that escalated quickly.”
And those are the actual things.