Black Eye

Oh man, my daughter has gotten her first black eye before she is even two!!! It was so sad, more for me that for her, i think! The pictures really don't do it justice, but you'll get the idea.

She was playing with her daddy, and she was running away from him when she turned right into the corner of the end table. Bam! I watched the purple start to form, and I was cringing, but in a matter of seconds Mikaela was more concerned about getting in the bath tub than the wound on her eye. Michael and I both knew that it would be quite a sight in the morning. When Mikaela woke up and saw her Black Eye, she was laughing and playing "peek-a-boo" in her mirror. She is one tough cookie...