Today, or rather tonight, Megan got her first bloody nose, poor kid. A bit of a fat lip too.
She was swinging and crying out "Faster, push me faster. Higher, higher.....[giggle giggle] faster [laugh] higher....{THUMP} [lots of crying]....[little crying]....Push me faster, faster, higher higher!"
She fell off the swing as high as you can and landed in a bit of a faceplant (or "really hard" as she tells the story) But she does enjoy it so, and is such a big girl. We had to stop swinging for awhile to help with her poor nosebleed.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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