Yesterday was lovely and warm and sunny. We cracked open a brand new box of sidewalk chalk and had ourselves a wonderful afternoon out in the yard. Right before dinner I decided to take the kids for a quick walk around the block, so they both saddled up their trikes and off we went. Zibbit’s legs are a bit too short to reach the pedals, so her trike was abandoned after only a few minutes. She was running behind Babs trying to keep up, and I thought to myself, “Gee, I hope she doesn’t trip. It sure would be a nasty fall since she’s not wearing very heavy clothes.”

Guess what happened?

Guess where we ended up?

If you guessed the ER, 2,000 points for you!

She tripped on her shoe and fell directly on her face. Her nose and forehead are one big skid mark, and right above her top lip is a very deep cut that hung open and bled all over me. She got three stitches, poor thing.

And then, since I apparently have no short-term memory or any kind of ability to learn from recent experiences, we went for a walk this evening where she promptly tripped and fell again. She now has four skinned patches on her knees, two from yesterday and two from today. I told the doctor last night that I think I might just roll her up in bubble wrap every morning and call it good.

After so many tears and scrapes and bruises, finding this darling little nest in the corner of my backyard filled me with a very strange mixture of hope and worry. Four innocent little eggs. Beautiful new life about to break into this world. That mama bird is going to have her hands full.

* 1,ooo bonus points if you know the movie this quote is from!