Thump, Bump, Bump ... Part II

Well, I think Taryn may officially be a clutz.

Or maybe just getting a little overconfident in her newfound "cruising" abilities.

About ten minutes ago, I was sitting in the same place, in front of my computer, making crazy shrieks with Taryn. She was playing with her bassinnette full of toys, and I was about to email P to find out when he'd be home.

She started pulling up on my legs, smiling at me with her little head just a couple inches above my knees. I was reaching for her binkie, but still grunting and squealing with her, and I guess my ability to multi-task is greatly reduced when it includes vocal and physical actions.

I dropped her binkie on the floor next to her jammie-clad feet, and before I had a chance to reach down to get it, she bent over to pick it up, with one hand still on my knee.

Unfortunately (in this instance) she was blessed with Mama's big ass, so when she bent over (like a stripper, you know, not at the knees) her butt hit the computer desk and she face-plowed into the floor.

Deja-vu, right?

Except this time she hit the floor mouth on, though from a much shorter distance, and her adorable little teeth sank straight into her beautiful little lip.

And just imagine her face, beet red, dripping with tears and snot, and her mouth filling up with blood.

I'm such a bad Mommy, I feel horrible I wasn't quick enough to catch her from falling. But she's okay. I was worried at first that her tooth fell out or something, but I doubt she fell that hard. I do, however, have blood on my shirt from where she burrowed her head while she was wailing, not a lot, but the first time I've even seen her bleed.

Except when she got her shots.

My poor Love. T-Boogie is on a roll, though. Within a few minutes she was crawling around the room again, pulling up on my radio stand, and pulling shit off the shelves.