Don't Judge Too Quickly

This morning, while I was feeding my sweet little Isabelle her breakfast, I had a thought:  I hope nobody turns us in to social services.  

Are all 16-month-olds this accident-prone, or is it just mine?  Right now, she has a swollen upper-lip from knocking her face into her toy chest yesterday afternoon, and a big purple bruise on her cheek from an encounter with the leg of my mother-in-law's ottoman last night - not to mention, she has chipped two of her teeth (on separate occasions) - AND, she's missing half of her fingernail from getting her fingers caught in the door.  She's a MESS, lol!

When I was three, I was jumping from the couch to the coffee table, and needed stitches after falling and hitting my head on the corner of a table.  My mother-in-law has countless stories of the trouble Blake got into when he was little, including chasing birds with a casting net.  On the roof.  So I now have the Poison Control Hotline programmed into my phone and always travel with a small First Aid kit.  Life is going to be very interesting with this one.