As if pink eye wasn't enough of an issue for Reagan's peepers, her horrible mother accidentally rammed her head against a granite counter top, to elicit THIS black eye. Poor thing!!!! I was just trying to towel off her hair, while she was sitting on my lap, while we were at the kitchen island. Maybe I should've done all that in the bathroom. This kid. If she survives us, it will be a miracle. The other day I was carrying her on my hip, walked through a door way, and.... yup. She had a face-plant encounter with the door jamb. I am uncoordinated in and of myself. When I am carrying around another human being.... UGH. Poor Poor Thing. She's a tough cookie, though. Obviously has to be in this household!!
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