November 4, 2006. Mark the date. Nicole had her first bruise today.
According to her yaya, she had just woken up from a nap. Nicole has this habit of grabbing her crib bumper and pulling it down so she can see over it... today, BOOM. She hit her forehead on the crib railing, resulting in a red mark measuring about a half inch across. Didn't cry or anything. This kid's "tough tough". (Tough tough refers to my 5-year-old goddaughter Veronica who, when playing baseball with her older sister, refers to herself as such. She's one heck of a cutie too.)
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Throughout her life she'll be getting into scrapes of all kinds, acquiring bumps, scars and blemishes. She'll hopefully learn that these are only minor setbacks, and not excuses to stop playing and moving about. I want her to learn to get over these humps... she'll be going over many in this lifetime.
Sigh... today marks another milestone.
Holy shit... but that mark had better disappear before her Abu sees her again! I'll never hear the end of it!!!