A Traumatic Morning

Our morning got off to a traumatic start. I heard Micah talking to herself in bed as I finished up my Bible reading, but I didn't think much about it because she usually plays quietly in bed for about 30 minutes before I get her up each morning. SO, I headed off to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but as I shut the water off, I heard wailing. Very loud, very persistent wailing. So, I did what any mother would do. I raced across the house to Micah's room to see if she had finally managed to climb out of her crib.

She had not.

Instead, her entire leg was stuck between the rails of her crib. She had somehow managed to stick the whole thing through, and her knee wouldn't come back out.

She was inconsolable by the time I got there.

It took me a few minutes to figure out which way to push to get it out with the least pain, but I'm sure it was still uncomfortable. Poor thing.

After all of that, I felt sorry for her, so she got the sippy cup of her choice this morning. I know, I'm such a generous Mom.

We also did some of this:


No, I'm not sleeping. And the picture's from Sunday afternoon, but you get the point. I'm trying to embrace the camera. Can you tell?

For the record, you should know that she's fine. I think her knee will probably be a little bruised for a few days, but maybe she learned a lesson about climbing in her crib.

How was your morning? I hope it got off to a better start than mine.

Until next time, grace and peace.