talk about it more

a virtual baby book

When she was two, Fiona regularly said "Talk about it more!" to express her desire to know more about whatever we were discussing.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009


The kids went outside to play with the neighbors while I cleaned off the lunch table. Fiona had popped inside the back door to put a walnut, a feather, and a piece of bark onto the table. I was talking to my Dad and emptying the dishwasher when peals of screaming came in from the back door.

Nora had slipped on the soggy wet grass by the garage and hit her head on the bricks by the garage entry. Her knee hurt too, but it was mostly her head that was making her scream like that. She said she didn't hit her head, which was alarming since she clearly did, but she began making sense soon afterward. Her pupils look even, anyhow.

The contusions don't look too bad at all-- it's just that they spread from above her eyebrow down her face to her nose. There's no evidence on the palms of her hands that she tried to stop her fall. Awwwwwwwwwww, Nora.


At 10:20 AM, Blogger Teresa said...

Sometimes the fall is simply too sudden to get the arms out.

Sorry to hear that you fell, Nora. Happy to hear that you are o.k.

At 8:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

These things happen soooo suddenly... and are not fun. love from Gran

At 2:25 PM, Anonymous Lettie said...

Poor punkin. By that expression, I'm guessing nothing slows her down for long. Here's to a quick mend~!


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