My poor Flossie-cakes.

Eva. I don’t even know where to start! She’s such a sweet little girl, and we love her infinitely, but she sure knows how to test us. I’m not talking about trying my patience or behavioral issues (she really is too sweet for words). I’m talking about all of the “accidents” she’s had, and all of the things that, as luck would have it, have happened to her.

It’s not usually for little kids, especially as they’re perfecting their toddler walks, to have bumps and bruises. But my Eva has taken this to a whole new level. She’s had a handful of goose eggs on her forehead and scrapes on her chin. I think she thinks she’s bigger and tougher then she really is. Something she probably gets from her older brother. She just doesn’t get, that even though she’s only 14 months younger then him, she just can’t always do what he does.

 Her most recent physical ailment TAKES THE CAKE. Labor Day was extra exciting in our house this year! In the midst of getting everyone ready for a Labor Day barbecue with friends, Eva fell down the stairs. I know what you’re thinking, “Way to go Mom and Dad! Your daughter fell down the stairs while BOTH parents were home! Where the heck were you?!” You don’t need to judge. We feel terrible enough. But in defensive of the situation, these were not stairs that were new to her. She’s walked up and down them dozens of times “unattended” and she knows to hold on to the railing. All that aside, she fell. And we’re not talking about a fall and bump your head. No, no, no, we’re talking about a fall and knock your teeth out sort of fall.

 Yep. Epic parenting fail.

 Long story short, after lots of blood and tears, a trip to the ER, and then a trip to the dentist the following morning, our sweet little Flossie-cakes will be toothless for a while. She’ll have a gap for YEARS. Thankfully they’re “just” baby teeth. The downside to that though is that there’s nothing that can be done. We just have to wait for her permanent teeth to come in.

 Did I mention how terrible I feel?! Ugh. Hopefully she doesn’t hate us too much for her gap-toothed smile when she head’s off to preschool in a couple years.