11 months old

You made it through today in one piece Maeve. It was a close call. You, my dear, are an accident waiting to happen. You get into everything and anything dangerous. Example. Today you grabbed Charlotte's beloved Disney Princess Snow Globe while mom in the other room and broke it. Shattering the glass into thousands of pieces. Your hands cut to shreds. The blood made it look worse than it was. In the end they were just little cuts...but lots of them.

Then, shortly after dinner, you decided to play with the open dishwasher as mom was clearing plates and picking things up. Luckily dad walked into the kitchen just in time. There you were, a super sharp pairing knife in your mouth. You survived, unscathed, but it was a close call.

Oh dear, it gets better. Dad noticed quite the black and blue mark under your eye this evening. When questioning your mother he found out you took a swing to the eye today at the playground. Surely it will be a full shiner by morning. Ugh. Good grief.

So with that we put you to bed tonight, safe and sound. Battered. Bruised. Some knicks and knacks and cuts and scrapes but intact. Only a month to go and you will be one!