When Abby started this weekend she was in good shape. No visual bumps, bruises or scrapes. It's now 10 o'clock on Sunday night and I put her to bed with:
a black eye (fall at the table where she banged her head),
scrapes on both of her hands (tripped over extension cord while we were blowing our leaves),
a cut on her nose (a fall off her bench at the playroom table),
an egg on her head (also the trip over the cord),
breakout under her mouth (from crying and drooling) and
bruises all over her legs (from multiple falls throughout the weekend when we went outside to clean our leaves).
Pity is not something I feel for my daughter very often. I don't think anyone wants to be pitied. But as I put my beaten up little baby to bed I felt just awful. If only I could put her in bubble wrap... :D