She Has Good Timing

Rest assured, I have been snapping. She does so many cute things, and I know I will have trouble remembering them in times to come. I have cameras lying all over the house, literally. However, it is such an arduous process (and my computer is so very slow) to upload photos from any of the cameras onto the web. It is at least a three-stepper any which way I decide to do it. Most recently, I uploaded a photo to facebook via my fancy interweb cell phone. From there, I had to download it to a findable file on my computer, and then I could post it on my blog. What? Wasn't digital supposed to be easier?

Anyway, a story, for which I will later have a picture:

Today was the annual staff picnic for employees of the student union building at North Idaho College. We dressed in our summeriest summer clothes and decided to bring barbeque potato chips to this potluck (gotta love a no-cook item bought with coupons ready to bring to a party!). We had some time to kill, so Aurelia toddled around the house, kissing (an open-mouthed spit fest) her various stuffed and non-stuffed toys and presenting the wet noses of those beloved creatures to us for our contribution. At some point or another, I was tidying the dining room and Matt was chilling on the couch. The baby was in both of our sights. She tripped, as new walkers often do, and I cringed as I heard the soft thud of the side of her head on the tile floor. It wasn't a hard hit, or so I thought, but how she screamed! I cuddled her and shh'ed her until she pulled herself away from my chest long enough for me to examine for real damage. Lo and behold! A new appendage was growing rapidly from the direct center of her forehead. She had hit the molding on the way down, but I had only heard the short drop to the floor. Matthew was less concerned about the blight to our daughter's skull, considering more the fact that we had to present ourselves as good parents to his workplace later. "We go a whole year without any noticeable damage to the child, and she falls down and gets that horn on her head on the day we have to impress people!" Sorry, Daddy; I'll be sure to lecture the child on better timing to injure herself in the future.