Well, our Friday the 13th started a day early. Last night Krystal and Belle were playing in the bathroom – Krystal tried to pick Belle up and carry her like a baby, and she slipped and Belle fell. I was downstairs and heard much crashing, followed by crying. I flew up the stairs to find a crying, bloodied Belle, and a big sister who was falling all over herself apologizing (which is how I know she felt like she really caused it). Her lip was bloody and she has a massive black and blue mark on the side of her face, along with several blood blisters along her gumline. I have no idea how that happened, but I suspect she’s going to find eating and drinking a little painful for awhile.
Now me, I’ve always been a fan of Friday, the 13th. Call it the rebel in me. And how fun that we’ll have another one next month!
Here is my little sweetheart at school, on the day of the Sweetheart Dance (and I am so ticked that I cannot get this to be properly oriented – it looks fine on my computer!!!):