Sleeping Beauty

Kevin thought it was creepy that I took a picture of Olive sleeping.  I thought it necessary to document her sleeping--her memory book calls for it.   As you can see, Olive is a blankie girl.  I usually find her clinging to it like this.  Her sleeping has had some interruption because of teething.  But let's not talk about that.

Did I mention that we are great parents?  Oh, by the way, Olive got injured twice on Tuesday.  Once in the morning, and once in the afternoon.  In the morning, Kevin slung his heavy backpack over one shoulder and went to push her high chair from the kitchen into the dining room.  The backpack slipped off and hit her in the face.  She cried, and Dad felt like a horrible father all day.  (He is very good at punishing himself.)  Her face was a little red at first.  We were afraid it was going to bruise.  I was having visions of not leaving the house for a week to avoid people seeing her.  But nothing. 

Then, I set her down to play with her [cute] Ikea veggies, much like the picture below.  Take special note of the white wicker basket in the picture.  I turned around for a second to get the grocery list together, and all of the sudden I hear a painful cry.  Somehow, she had maneuvered to the basket (she doesn't crawl) and scratched her forehead with it.  She had a little Harry Potter cut for a couple of days, though it's healing quite nicely.  And I will know to keep her away from wicker baskets!