Noggin Knockin'

I remember a certain age that Dude had reached (or should I say height) when we couldn't get from car to store without him knocking his noggin on somebody's side mirror in the parking lot. It happened multiple times. I think he may have just stopped complaining about it when it happened because it was so frequent.

Last weekend, when shopping for a dining room set, Rugrat went running for her Baba to get back into the van. She wasn't paying attention and slammed right into the edge of the door (not a mirror yet).

She usually doesn't get upset much over falling or hurting herself. I could probably count on my fingers the times I've consoled her over injury, either to her body or her pride. But she did a good job of it this time.

She had a bump at the end of the day but no bruising so I figured all was well. Then on Monday, she reached up to touch her forehead and gave a pronounced, "ooowww." Then she informed me: "Hit on blue van door. Hurt."

When I looked closely, I saw that a bruise had indeed appeared.

I guess this marks her first big 'owwie' with us. Hopefully they'll never be any more serious than this one. :)