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By Moriah on October 5th, 2008
When my kids got up from their nap yesterday, there was general whining and all manner of crankiness. They wanted to go to the playground, which was really fine by me; fresh air and change of scenery never hurt anyone.
It was almost time for dinner – but thanks to their little counter cookie raid, no one was in danger of immediate starvation.
So we went. I had thrown on a grubby shirt and Madeline had found me some (unmatching) shoes. I figured we weren’t going to see anyone we knew, so it didn’t really matter and, due to the whining, I just wanted to get there fast.
We immediately saw people we know. Figures. I chatted with Janna a bit, but she and her hubby had family in town and so eventually she followed her in-laws and son over to another area of the park.
I was pushing Adelaide on the swing when suddenly I heard Madeline crying, loudly. Very loudly. And there was Craig, carrying Madeline down the steps toward me as she screamed.
(So, yes, the one time I don’t want anyone to take notice of us, we are naturally the front and center of attention.)
(In a very crowded playground.)
He said she had fallen and hit her eye – probably tripped on the step up to the slide. And I’m sure she was running because she never stops. Anyway, by the time I got to her, the eye was already huge.
He was so gracious and kind to carry my kids’ bikes all the way home. I mostly carried both girls, one of them screaming in my ear, the other trying forcefully to be let down.
I tried to get Madeline to ice it but have you ever tried to keep an ice pack on a three-year-old’s face, much less an eye, before?? High near impossible.
It doesn’t seem to bother her much today, and it probably looks much worse than it feels because she hasn’t said a thing about it.
Almost looks like she got into some of her mama’s purple eyeshadow.
(If I owned any.)
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Poor thing! That looks painful.
Did you really wear two different shoes???
Oh no, that’s terrible! My son got his first black eye at about eight months, he was wearing socks at my parent’s house and slipped on the wood floors into the entertainment center! I hope she’s feeling better today!
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*snort* No! They matched each other, just didn’t match what I was wearing that well.
Ha! I was thinking the same thing…SURELY she didn’t really wear two different shoes! ;-)
That poor sweet thing.
Although, I’ll have to admit, it doesn’t look nearly as bad as I thought it would from your description.
poor thing! that looks AWFUL! aren’t you glad you already got the 3 yr pics done?
yeah, i once had a doctor tell me i needed to ice a face injury of lily’s for 20 minutes on 20 minutes off…and she was a mom. i’m guessing only her nanny had attemtped that?
i saw your “reformed” comment on missy’s blog and thought I’d hop over…not many of us around!
OUCH!!!! Poor girl!!! I hope the eye is doing better now. My son did the same thing except it was his nose and chin that turned black and blue. I was amazed at how fast it developed. it was instantaneous.