Sunday, September 26, 2010

love hurts

I was holding Babs, and Kiddo was showing me a duplo tower she had built. It fell apart, a piece hitting Babs. She looked surprised, then hurt, then started crying. I immediately moved her to comfort position (over my shoulder) and rocked her. After a few moments, I'll admit, I was thinking "you need to be tough like your sister" because she was crying longer than I expected.

Then I pulled her back to my lap where I saw the blood and emerging shiner. The first real injury from her over exuberant big sister. I don't anticipate it being the last. Oh, and she's fine now.