Miranda at Urgent Care 2016

This one. Always up to trouble. Our entire house is baby-proof and padded so she made sure to fall directly onto a walkie talkie. (They have now been stored.) She was crying and I thought she was faking a little but I hugged and kissed and saw her bump growing.

So we flew into action! Deeply disorganized action! We got ice to put on the bump, and threw the kids into the car to go to a pediatric urgent care. But we forgot her shoes, my mind, and to lock the door to the deck. She's okay though- just a bump! No fracture, no concussion.

"Mama, it's fiiiiiine. It's fiiiine."