After lunch two days ago, Harper pulled the stool toward her, and couldn't stop it from falling. I saw the whole thing from the edge of the room. It was that moment where I lunge, I try to catch it, but I'm too stinking far away to be of any good. The seat of the stool landed on her face. She cried. I felt/feel horrible.
We have made adjustments to the placement of said stool.
|Roar! Wearing her new dino shirt like a Boss.|
|There are always smiles close by when we bust out the sunglasses.|
|Harper is soooo coooool.|