Blood

I just spent the last few minutes scrubbing Emily's blood out of my white sweater - yes, I said WHITE sweater. With the help of some Hogwash (a great gift from Sarah!), I hope it comes out. A sacrifice in the day of a mom - white sweater, bleeding kid. To tell the truth, I am a bit upset about ruining my sweater, but of course, that is only after the fact. I didn't think twice about swooping up Emily after I heard the "THUMP!" then the "WAAAA!!" followed by the heaving, open-mouth absent cry. Then you know your kid is really hurt. I simply cradled her in my arms, totally unaware of the blood seeping into my clothes. After Emily calmed down a bit, she pulled away and then we both saw the blood everywhere. Emily's eyes opened wide as she pointed at my sweater, shocked by the stains she left on me. A bloody nose and a busted lip courtesy of her brother flipping her off the couch. Ethan owes me a new sweater.

Emily's busted lip - but she is still smiling!