Anna had a rough day.
I went in to her room this morning to find her sitting up, staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes with long, dark lashes… and gunk. Lots and lots of gunk, along with a bright red right eye. Pink eye has struck our house again, for the fourth time in as many months, and this one has started out looking much worse than the others. Thanks to our awesome doctor, we had an extra bottle of prescription eye drops on hand, and Anna should be free of pink eye – or at least not as contagious – by tomorrow morning.
But that wasn’t the end of trauma for our Sweetest Pea today. Around lunchtime she was playing in the “basik” – translated into the modern American English “basket,” for which the technical term is “laundry basket.” How she managed to get in it without it tipping over is beyond me, but when she tried to get out, she did indeed tip and caught both hands on something (I’m still not really sure what). This led to a few tears and a bleeding knuckle, which I didn’t even notice until a few minutes later. She was a very brave girl and didn’t cry at all while we cleaned it and put her first-ever band-aid on the scrape. I don’t know that she cared that the band-aid had a picture on it of the Little Mermaid, but it made me feel nice!
Finally, we went on a nice long family walk this evening and when we got back, Anna was walking to the house when she fell on the sidewalk and… you guessed it… scraped up her knee. We have been surprised it hadn’t happened yet, as she falls over a lot and seems to really enjoy running up and down our sidewalk, but this was her first skinned knee. (20 months and one skinned knee? I’ll take it!) Not too terrible, but definitely a decent scrape. This actually didn’t bother her too much at all until her evil mother decided to use an alcohol swab on it, and the rest of the evening she would randomly burst into tears and say, “Knees! Knees! Anna sad!” It was really quite adorable (but also heartbreaking, of course).
Hopefully tomorrow will be a bit easier on her. Unfortunately, it’s looking more and more like she’s got my klutzy genes.

























