The Day the Lip Busted...

Since I know y'all have all of Aubrey Kate's tantrums firmly committed to memory, there's no reason for me to link them up for you as reminders.

But just in case someone googled "Odd Obituary" and decided to stick around, there's one link.  

Then there was the first real fit she ever threw.  Heaven help.  Thinking about it makes me feel just as clueless and blindsided as I did that day.

There were numerous fits (most of which I would like to forget and thus did not document) apart from those two biggies.  But those are, I guess, the high points.

???

Thankfully, because we serve a good, loving God, she has really grown up in the last several months. The Lord knew I had hit my own personal rock bottom with Aubrey Kate.  

Plus, since He can see into the future, He knew Rhys was about to take the lead in the PITCHING AN EVER-LOVING FIT department.  

Two at once?  No.  Just no.

God is good.

The change in Pumpkin has been pretty apparent but we got some serious confirmation this week.  

We are continuing on our daily schedule of park hopping in the afternoons.  

As long as it's not raining and above 50 degrees, we are in the park.  

AK loves this one park near the house.  Jake's Hilltop.  Largely, in my parental opinion, she loves is because I made the mistake of telling her there isn't much for Rhys to do at that park.  

She's still three, y'all.

The park is really built for bigger kids.  Six and eight year old boys, specifically.  Wild.  They'd go wild.  

Three year old girls and 18 month old boys...not so much.

So we don't go to that one very often.  But I made an exception this week based solely on the weather predictions.  Sunny and 60 all week.  We're gonna be hitting every park at some point.  Might as well knock out my least favorite first.

We were there maybe 20 minutes.  Every trip to a park is like the very first time for AK.  Last time we were at Jake's, she climbed all over the place and even slid down the big kid slide.  But on Monday, she couldn't do anything by herself.

Literally, she will whine about how she can't do something the entire time she's actually doing the thing she's whining about not being about to do.

Yeah.  Go ahead.  Reread that sentence.  It's a lot.

Rhys was having a good time and climbing on most everything he was tall enough to reach. 

(He runs circles around her in the physical development department.  Shhhh...)

Meanwhile, AK is whining/trying to climb UP a slide.  Now we all remember, when attempting to climb a slide, one must do so quickly.  Slowly simply doesn't work.  

Physics or something, I'm sure.

Of course, the whining slows her down.  And so she slipped.

Lip to knee.  

Blood.

Crying.

I scooped her up as fast as I could.  I know that cry and it was a genuine "SOMETHING HURTS" cry.  When I pulled her back to look at her face and check out the injury, I found we were both covered in blood.

So we started walking back to the car.  

I asked her if she could walk and she agreed.  Then she stopped crying and walked.

Wait.

SHE STOPPED CRYING AND WALKED!!!!

I spent the entire minute walk to the car praising the stew out of her for being so brave.  

Word.

And since I am always ubber prepared, I used the ONE WIPE we had in the diaper bag to try and clean up the enormous amount of blood.  

In reality, I just made a bigger mess.

Mom of the Year.

We drove home and she talked a little.  But really, it was hard for her to get a word in what with me telling her incessantly about how brave she was being and how proud I was of her.

Headed straight to the bathroom for a wet washcloth and the removal of all the bloody clothes.  I didn't think to take a picture (duh?) until she was almost completely cleaned up.  Largely, I blame my fear of how large this busted lip actually was.  

Initial inspection confirmed the teeth were good but GEEZ, the blood.  

But y'all.  She's smiling.  SMILING.  

After we were both changed and clean, we headed to the kitchen for some busted lip popsicles.  Because they are a post-wound requirement.

And then, OH THEN, she went on about her night like nothing had happened.

Y'ALL!

This is NOT the same girl who screamed and carried on for eight solid hours about a scratched knee that wasn't.  

Not. At. All.

The next day, we had a fairly swollen lip but again, she paid little to no attention to it.  

I found myself feeling hopeful for the rest of our life.  Really.  If we can handle a busted lip with this much "I put on my big girl panties" - ness, then there is HOPE for us yet.  

And for real, how gorgeous is she?  Oh my heart.  She's my favorite little girl.