Thursday afternoon Jocelyn and I were venturing from Michaels to Vons while on a quest for Chocolate Ice Cream. Anyone who has ever met my sweet girl, knows that she has spunk. Thus, riding in the seat with the seat belt in the grocery cart is a short lived screaming disaster. So rather than fight her I did what any irresponsible parent does and let her ride in the big part of the cart. There she stood quietly sucking her finger and wearing her monkey backpack. While strolling along the side walk between stores, one of my items fell out of my bag. I stopped the cart short to pick up my bag and sent my poor child into a head dive on to the cement, landing first on her forehead and flipping over to her back. SHE IS FINE. She cried hysterically for about 10 minutes. I held her tight in my arms, called Ben and decided that we should check out the emergency room just in case. Three hours later, the doctor determined that she was most likely fine but that I should keep her up two hours past her bedtime, and every few hours throughout the night just to be sure she doesn't have a concussion.
She is perfect...
aside from the Gorbachev sized mark on her head.
Like I said, the kid has spunk.
...And this year. (There is a jelly bean in her mouth)
