No this is not a tale about my daughters "shining" in the spotlight or being discovered or any type of news like that. This is how my sweet Syd has managed to get yet another "black eye". I've started losing count on the number of bonks she has had on her head lately.
Two weeks ago she was running through the kitchen, at mock speed, and slid on the smallest of wet spot on the tile floor, biffed it and hit her head. She had a goose egg turned bruise that lasted almost two weeks. Then last night she and her sister were using the chair in their playroom as a slide. I have mentioned about a jillion times how I do not approve of this. In fact I have had to put this chair in "time out" I don't know how many times. So last night after I had just (I mean just) said, "don't slide on the chair, you don't want to bonk yourself;" I literally walked upstairs to put something away and hear the conk and silent, gasping cry. The result, a swollen, blue eye.
The good news about this story is we just got our portraits taken over the weekend. Luckily Syd's last bruise had just faded in time for the pictures. No need to waste any time, though. She hooked herself up with a really good shiner this time around.
These girls really put me over the edge sometimes, seriously. I thought Sydney was supposed to be out of the woods on random bruises and falls. It's Natalie that I constantly follow closely behind as she's jumping on the couch by the coffee table and launching herself off the stairs and crawling up on the bed only to slide off. You get the two of these wild monsters together and I feel like I have five boys running around my house. The book, No More Monkeys Jumping On the Bed is not effective in my house.
There is probably a very good reason God did not give me boys... It makes me so very anxious anticipating those falls; and I don't think my sanity (or my blood pressure) could take it.