Today, my poor little miss Malia had 2 accidents on her bike (well...off her bike, really) within the span of 4 short hours. The first time, she was apparantly "going so sast (fast)" that she fell off and somehow did this to her thumb:
And yes, if you're thinking this injury looks rather familiar -- Joelle had the same misfortune back in spring (although that was with a locker door at the swimming pool).
Then, this evening as I was taking the girls for a bike ride -- Malia was going over a BuMpY part on our street, and I saw her teeter and, in what seemed like s-l-o-w-m-o-t-i-o-n, she collapsed onto the pavement, with her bike landing on top of her. But that's not all...oh no -- there's more. She fell into a H-U-G-E puddle on our street (thanks to the never-ending thunderstorm that hit us all night last night). And since kids are magnetically attracted to puddles...well, it all fits together.
And yes...I am the mean Mommy who stops to take pictures before getting her all cleaned up (aww -- come on...you know you do it too!). She was a good sport about it all though. Let's hope tomorrow is a bit of a better day when it comes to wheelin' around the neighborhood!