Ava's nickname these last two days is Faceplant. First she faceplants into the hard tile bathroom floor yesterday evening just before heading out to Douglasville for Ball & Frec's birthday (sorry I couldn't make it!). She had faint red bruises on her forehead and left eye socket. I thought they'd get worse but they dissappeared. Then this morning Heather and I were awakened to Aves faceplanting a sharp corner on the headboard of the bed. Thump. Immediate crying. She recovers quickly... because she's such a sweet little baby... and is back to smiley head in no time. Small nick on her forehead. Really sucks when your daughter is hurting and you could have prevented it. I need to round out that edge and buy some padding for it. Overdue... my fault. HomeDepot today hopefully. Poor Faceplant! As George Carlin says: "life sucks... get a f.....n' helmet." Aves, that's sage advice. We'll tell you what "f.....n'" means when you're a little older.
Update 1:32PM: Made it to Ace Hardware to buy some pipe insulation that I'll wrap around the offending corner.
Heading to Doc with Terp