Poor Noggin'

It has been well established that while Caroline has many, many talents, grace is not one of them. And yeah, yeah, peanut gallery... we know she got it from her mom, so enough of all the snickering out there.

Yesterday brought our first (and *hopefully* last) trip to the ER as a result of said clumsiness. After two calls from daycare (during the 1st, they determined that we didn't need to come, then thought better of it), C's Daddy came and saved the day to get her. A big ol' goose-egg and what appeared to be a cut in the middle of it prompted a call to the pediatrician and the recommended trip to Suburban Hospital.

As far as ER visits go, this one was thankfully pretty uneventful. Even the on-call doc was confused by the cut, which at first glance appeared to need a stitch. Further inspection revealed that it was just a swollen mass with a deep line in it from the corner of the bookcase she hit.

But all is well that ends well - and with a trip to Chipotle!