Yes, my sweet girl is a total klutz. I was hoping she would follow in the footsteps of her mama but it doesn't look like dancing will be an option for her. Everyday she runs into things, trips over her own feet, and falls over anything that is in her path big or small. And last week the king daddy of them all. We were at gateway enjoying the fountains when Hudson somehow tripped over her own feet fell backwards down the cement stairs and hit her head. I thought that she was ok and was holding her when I felt something wet on my hand. She had split her head open from the fall and was bleeding quite nicely. I jumped in the car called my wonderful neighbor to see if she could watch the other kids while I ran her up to the doctor. It turns out that it looked a lot worse than it was and she only needed two staples. The worst part was all the doctors each coming in and taking their turn feeling the wound to make sure no bones were broken. (really guys she's three, could maybe just one of you determine if her bones are ok?) After three suckers, two stickers and a lot of love from the awesome nurses, everything was back to normal. At least until our next major "Hudson" accident.
