Sugar and Spice...

Isn't that a sad face...or perhaps defiant? It's kind of like the Mona Lisa--depending on which side of the face you cover up you get different stories.

This is the Moo.

She is my tomboy...my walking disaster...my dare devil...my Daphne.

There isn't a day goes by that she isn't sporting a new bruise or scratch somewhere--that's just the way she rolls.

However, she has really outdone herself this year.

Note, please, the glorious shiner below. This was caused when she tripped coming up the back (cement) steps. It lasted several weeks...during which we endured many nasty looks from strangers in stores. She was our first to receive a black eye...it was a surprise to have to try and explain to the disbelieving public.


This last week we left to go pick up some fast food for dinner. When we got home we found a white faced G1 (who was in charge), a very penitent G2 (who was responsible), a Moo in the comfy chair with her hand in ice, and our neighbors who had been called in to help. It was rather exciting--in a sick in the pit of your stomach sort of way.

Evidently G2 had accidentally slammed the door on Moo's hand. One hour and four x-rays later it was determined that the door had compressed the bone on her finger (dented it). She was sent home with a finger guard (see below) that we laughingly promised to keep on as long as possible, and a healthy dose of tylenol. By the next morning we were not surprised to see that the guard had become a thing of the past and we quickly buddy taped the finger to her ring finger. Yes--it was the middle finger that was hurt...we had to warn people not to ask her which finger got hurt. LOL



Two days later, she decided that the huge rock that she was carrying around (who knows why) was too heavy and dropped it. On her foot.

It didn't slow her down much, but it did turn a fantastic shade of green, purple, and yellow. Sigh.


We have always thought that G2 would be our child that broke bones, twisted ankles, and blacked up his eyes. After all--he is our boy...our snips and snails and all that. Who knew that he would be upstaged by his baby sister?

He did try. The week Moo got her shiner, G2 decided to run into Moo's head full tilt. It wasn't nearly as pretty.


We did, however, warn G1 that under no circumstances was she to black her eye in the following weeks.

There's only so much the stranger in the store is willing to believe...