Bruiser

We do NOT, I repeat, do not have a dainty, delicate little girl. We have a Bruiser. She clunks her head and keeps on going. Falls and dusts herself off. A mama couldn't be more proud. My nickname was Evil Kenevil when I was growing up, so we've got a mini-me on our hands!

She got stuck in the bottom half of our wooden bar-height chair the other day. I was trying to help her out without hitting her head on the TOP, when she lifted her hand and used her face to catch her fall, right on the wooden rung. OWWWW. She cried pretty hard, I tried not to panic. Here's the evidence.