Do you see the scab under NikkiZ’s eye? That would be a scratch from my toenail. Do you know the logistics involved for an incident like that? She was crawling in one direction, lunging kinda quickly, while I was walking in another direction. And I swear, I don’t have like razor toenails or anything, they’re girly toenails! They’re painted! They’re not weapons.
It will be a miracle if she makes it to her first birthday, at the rate I’m going with her. And let’s not talk about the head-BONK from the park on Saturday. The one that made her do that face-gets-red-mouth-open-no-sound thing BEFORE the screaming started. That’s how you know it’s a painful boo-boo, when they do the still-life scream for a few seconds first, just getting redder and redder and redder until you’re all “BREATHE!”
And then she screamed for 15 minutes.
So, when I saw the above t-shirt this weekend? I had to get it for her. Especially since I knew LilZ already had one he had bought for himself a while ago. And of course, I had to take pictures. SEVERAL of them. So many LilZ, who loved the idea when I came home with her tiny version, was like, “Yeah – this matching shirt thing? Not so cool if you’re going to make us pose for an hour for pictures when we wear them.”
I guess a more appropriate shirt would say, “Since my mom is a Grade-A Klutz, I am forced to do all my own stunts and probably should just be wearing a helmet at all times, to be on the safe side.” But, I don’t think that would have fit on a shirt.