OUCH!

We spent the evening at the neighborhood park again tonight, where Bryson swang on the swing and Brooklyn fearlessly tackled the rest of the playground.  Until she saw him swinging and immediately realized that she wanted to swing really, really bad.  We were just about to call it quits and head home for bathtime when the begging began. "No swing, bubba." Little did we realize that she was directly in the line of fire. BAM! Right to the face!  Bryson's swing collided with Brooklyn knocking her backwards off her feet!  Big cries and some healing kisses later, and she was M.A.D. at him!  Pointing and scolding, "no, no, bubba."  We tried to hide our laughter while explaining the term 'accident'. 

Minutes after recovering from the fall, we begin our foot race home.  Running in full force behind me is a red, swollen-foreheaded girl with a couple crazy curls flying in the wind and a mouth open wide with excitement. Until BAM!  She bites the dust...I mean blacktop.  This poor toddler not only met, but slid across the blacktop like a baseball player sliding in for a home run!  Oh, man. I couldn't get to her fast enough. 

I wanted to document this evening not only for memory's sake of how accident-prone and resiliant toddlers are, but also because we'll be dropping off a knot-headed princess with 2 skinned knees, ankles, and hands at school tomorrow.  Looks like we have some explaining to do after this crazy "play, play" time!