Yes, I Told Linda About This

Linda is usually too nice to mention it, but I am the reason we can't have nice things. I'm hard on everyting - clothes, furniture, glasssware, pets. You name it, and I've inadvertantly smashed it, stained it, or killed it. Which is why I have been so very careful with Violet. But, like death and taxes, the inevitable came to pass today, I hurt my daughter. I was trying, as I too often am, to do too many things at once - attempting to carry Violet, her bottle, AND her chair out onto the patio so I could feed her, and in making sure I didn't whack her chair against the door frame, I ended up whacking Violet's head instead. I felt the bump, and by time I realized what I had done, Violet let out the "I'm hurt" cry, the pitch and volume of which are unmistakeable. To know that I was the one responsible...ugh...I've never uttered a more genuine, "I'm sorry," than the hundred or so I said to Violet while I calmed her down. It took me longer than it should have to think of the bottle I set down after I hit her head. Once that was in her mouth she calmed right down, and I was free to examine her head for any permanent damage. So far, she looks okay.

181 days old