Monday, 14 October 2013
I can remember this day vividly because it was probably one of the first times Ella had cried so much when falling over.
She was a dare devil kind of toddler and whenever she fell she jumped back up, brushed herself off and carried on playing. Nothing ever phased her until the morning she fell on the way to taking Kaycee to school and cracked her forehead, just above her eye, on a rock in the ground.
It bled. A lot.
She cried. A lot.
Kaycee fetched a paper towel from school for me then I rushed to get her home. We cleaned it up and put a plaster on (she LOVES plasters!) but she was still very upset so I suggested a trip to the park might make her feel better.
It took a while for her to get back to her lively self, as you can see in the photo, she still has tears in her eyes and she's trying to put a brave face on, but eventually she was ok and enjoyed her time at the park with just the two of us.
I must say, even though I love the time I now get to myself while the three of them are at school, I do miss them being young and having one or more of them at home during the day.