A few days before New Years, I closed my bedroom door on my toes. I was wearing my heavy duty slippers that I received for Christmas, to protect my feet in cases just like this one. I was closing the door while holding a laundry basket so that Frank* wouldn't get in, and managed to catch my toe in that space between the floor and the door. Immediate blood and pain, I really thought I broke my big toe. But the good thing is, I was able to run three days later : )
Then the other night I took Miss E to her very first Disney Princess on Ice show. I think I was more excited than she was. Luke and Mike took off for a rare visit to the arcade, topped off with a trip to Friendly's, and Eliza and I were off on our girls night. I scored a great parking spot close to the arena, and we were right on time. As we walked along the icy street holding hands, E looked up at me in her Hello Kitty hat and said how excited she was. Then, we wiped out. I caught the edge of a curb covered in a muddy puddle with my boot, and went flying. I landed on my knees, rolled forward, then over onto my back (my poor white parka) and my new Christmas Coach bag skidded along the salt stained slush. Poor E also landed on her knees, and one of her boots flew off. Tears were shed and I felt like the lamest Mom in the world.
But all was well once I dumped some more cash into the Disney Machine:
E and her $12 slushy (soon to be followed by $10 cotton candy topped with a crown):
And the way she shrieked and clapped and laughed and gasped at the skaters, I think it was the best night of E's life.
* we found out that Frank is not so much of a medium sized terrier. He's more of a big black lab that is going to be at least 50 pounds.