I always worried that if I named a child Grace, she'd be destined to be a klutz. The jury's still out on that one, but she's earning her Calamity Jane stripes!
Right now she's sporting the remnants of three stitches, courtesy of her midguided attempt to torment her sister at bedtime. She ran into the room, peered over the bedrail, shrieked at her sister, then whirled to run so she wouldn't get busted.
What got busted was her head, which she conked on the dresser she forgot was there. BONK!
So off to the urgent care clinic we went, mama bear, papa bear, one bleeding baby bear and her nervously chattering sister. Two hours, three stitches and four "I was a model patient" stickers later, we were home.
She seems none the worse for wear and, in fact, is more bothered by the giant mosquito bite than by the hole in her head. Go figure!
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