After church today, our friends Mr. Brian and his son David came over to swim with Pop. Mommy and I went outside with them for a while. Mommy set me on a chair and went to clean the leaves out of the pool. I got excited about being outside and starting kicking. Somehow, I pushed myself off the chair and landed on the hard floor that Mommy calls cement. Mommy and Pop came running when I started yelling that I hurt my head. Pop picked me up first. He told Mommy not to worry that he'd check me out. He took me in and talked to me while I was trying to stop crying. Mommy came in and gave me some medicine she said was for my head hurt. I got sleepy so I just went to sleep.
Mommy version--Everyone says it has to happen sometime...the first boo-boo. But I feel horrible that I helped her first one happen. I put her on this chair thinking I would be back in two seconds, but then I got busy and it was a couple minutes. I heard a nice, solid THUD and turned around to see her face-down on the patio. Muncher was already running, I threw the pole I had in my hand and got there in three steps. He picked her up and she was understandably screaming. BUT she is fine, only an abrasion on top of her head, and one on her knee. (Picture below from the following day, but the little red mark is barely visable.)
Best we can tell she pushed herself off the side of the chair, landing on the top of her head and falling over on her chest. She's been checked out and all is fine. (One more time for Grandma C...she's fine!) I feel guilty, but I'm just glad she's all good. She was smiling and playing within a couple hours, after a little nap after she wore herself out crying.
When I woke up, Pop, Mr. Brian, and David were playing in the pool still. They were being pretty silly and shooting water at each other.
Miss Ruthie came later and we got pizza after they got done swimming. Someday I think I'll like pizza because everyone always seems to eat alot of it.