Seriously, skinned the crap out of them. Ripped my jeans, limping, fighting back tears, blood dripping down my shins. Skinned my knees.
But its a good thing for a few reasons.
1- I crash tested Baby Nugget's car seat. Congratulations to the SnugRide 35, you passed the Clutzy Handler Test.

Yes, I was carrying her in the car seat at the time.
I went flailing, tripped, landed and rolled over her. I scrambled to make sure she's okay. Not a scratch on her, she didn't even make a peep. Which makes me wonder how rough I am with her when I cart her around normally that she didn't even flinch at a massive tumble.
2- Oh yea, it f*cking hurts. But chances are I'll be a little more sympathetic when Baby does it.
Normally I roll my eyes and tell the Big Guy to rub some dirt in it. Even when he's turning green from pain. In my defense, the Big Guy is a big old baby. And the Baby is a wee little baby.
Thus far she's pretty dramatic. WAH WAH I'm hungry!! Is that REALLY something to cry about? Geez. I don't have a tantrum if I get to lunch ten minutes late...
(kidding. Please. I'm kidding. I totally have a tantrum.)
3- Well, I needed some new jean shorts anyway.
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