After Malia's rough day yesterday on (or off) her bike, I said that I hoped today would be a better day when it came to wheelin' around the neighborhood...maybe I should've been more vague and stated that I hoped today would be a better day -- period.
For no sooner had we arrived at a local church for a Mom's & Tot's playgroup morning, when Malia tripped over her own feet and came crashing to the ground. What made it worse was that we were just in the process of taking off her jacket, so her hands weren't even free to break her fall. So...she fell flat.on.her.face. Shudder -- it was an awful sound when her mouth hit the floor.
She bled and cried and bled and cried some more and in no time she had produced a rather fat lip. Thankfully it wasn't too long until she was ready to run around and have a good time -- and what a trooper...she's still smiling, even with Mom's camera in her face once again!