there's an egg on my head

oh, woah is me. let me start out by saying that i'm doing fine now.


















but sunday morning was quite dramatic. as pictured here (and not so well i may add), i was not a happy camper a few days ago.

sunday morning started out so well. i woke up as usual, had some milk and played for awhile. after daddy got his lazy butt out of bed, i went into his room to say hi. we played for a bit and then he went into swapping out the bedding for the week (a normal sunday activity for the folks). i thought it was quite fun to be playing at the foot of the bed with the bedspread on the floor where it doesn't normally live. i was jumping up and down on it; looking through the iron bars of the foot board and generally supervising dad's progress.
i then started to run away. i can't for the life of me remember what i was so excited to go get because i stumbled on the edge of the bedspread for a couple of steps. i just couldn't catch my footing so i went head-first into the corner of my mom's dresser. see that line in the middle of the egg on my forehead? that's the point of impact. it immediately swelled and bruised up. tears were abundant from both me and mommy. the usual trick of putting frozen peas and/or french fries on my head boo boos just wasn't cutting it. the folks were frantic, mom was worried and wanted to call my doctor poppy (grand dad on mom's side) while dad generally felt like an asshole for causing the incident in the first place.

then the little einsteins came on. it helped tremendously. although my head still hurt, i got into the show so much that i calmed down and mommy was finally able to put on a cold compress & administer first aid. daddy was able to stop his nervous pacing.

i forgive him for leaving things in the way of my feet.

i do not forgive him for shoving the camera in my face at one of my worst moments. i look terrible. how insensitive can he be?!?!?