This afternoon Mom-mom and Grandpa came to play with Grace, and Mom-mom patiently read her book after book. Later on Alex and I took Grace to the park. She was having a great time in the swings, on the slide and on the playground...until she tripped on some cracked asphalt and skidded on her nose. It was awful, although definitely much worse for us than for her. Poor thing. There was more blood and tears than I was ready for at 16 months, but Grace moved on from the incident when she was distracted by a Central Park squirrel. "Eat, eat," she yelled at him, stopping the tears and whimpering. Then she chased him up a tree. And that was that.
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Poor Gracie! We can so relate! CAW took another spill on Easter Sunday, bumping the exact same place on her forehead that she bruised the day before. I don't understnd how her dad's reflexes aren't fast enough to catch her before she hits the ground. Ha!
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