If you haven't heard about baby Stellan ...

This is little Stellan. He and your family need your prayers right now. It's amazing to see how his MckMama has kept a journal of her faith even while facing the darkest times in her life.

Sometimes you're the windshield ...

And sometimes you go "Splat!"

This is what I walked into when I dropped Big Who off at school yesterday after learning that four of her no-enamel teeth needed fixing (thank you, Third World crappy nutrition).

Baby Who had just become one with the pavement. Apparently, she was pushing a bike at full speed (she really doesn't have any other speed) and tripped. Bike kept going -- and apparently she did too, earning a lovely case of road rash right down the middle of her face.

My immediate reaction was "What HAPPENED?!!!" Followed quickly by, "NOT THE FACE!"

The pediatrician assures us she'll heal, though we're going to have to work hard to prevent scarring. Daddy's already looking for plastic surgeons and a plastic bubble to keep her in. Baby Who? She's barely missed a beat after the initial reaction.

Ah, drama. Enough, already!