Two weeks ago Eve walked right into the garage door. It was coming down and she walked right into it. I was in the garage, she was outside fussing about something. I couldn’t get a word in to caution her about the door, and really didn’t think it was necessary because it’s not exactly quiet, but she was looking right at me and kept walking. Her forehead collided with the bottom of the door and she ended up with a big scrape and several abrasions. As part of the post-injury TLC I asked if she wanted some Tylenol. She said, “What is Tylenol?” Alan and I later congratulated ourselves on having kids so healthy they don’t even know what Tylenol is! (Upon further discussion I think she had a vague idea of Tylenol, but thought it was only for fevers.)

Murphy jumped in and said, “Oh yeah!?” and two nights later Eve woke up vomiting. That will teach us to boast about our healthy children. She threw up three times that night and three times the following morning. Over and done within 12hrs and no symptoms other than the throwing up.

This evening I found myself pulling out the pain reliever again as Eve took a face dive into her dresser. I bought her new PJs today that came with a silly monkey eye mask for sleeping. She put it on downstairs to show Alan, successfully made her way upstairs with the mask on, then ran for her bed. She dove, head first, towards the bed, but missed by a foot or so and crashed face-first into her dresser. Poor girl! There was a lot of blood, but fortunately I was right there and grabbed some clothes off the floor to cover her face. I got her all cleaned up and found a very fat lip. She says her tooth hurts a lot (a baby one, luckily!) so maybe she’ll have a wiggly tooth soon. We cuddled up with some ibuprofen and an ice pack and she fell asleep pretty quickly.

It’s tough being a six year old.