Allow me to introduce you to our Thursday playgroup, from left to right:
Hadley, Kendall, Piper, Kylee, Cambell, Carter, H-Bomb, Blaire, and Makenzie.
As you can tell, Carter is the lone dude of the group. The party was chaperoned--don't you worry! ;) Harper is the next closest to resembling a little boy, at least until her hair can manage a bow or barrette! Hmmm...I wonder if that old school Mane 'n Tail shampoo could help a girl out here? Surely they make a "no tears" version! What about the curling shampoo that would supposedly turn naturally straight hair into ringlets with one washing? No way, not buying it! Well, not buying it again. And I digress...
Anyhoo, we got together for dinner last week with Harper's playgroup, and we so kindly invited the dads, too! Good food, good company, good emergency response handling...what more could you ask for? Seriously, Harper was cruisin' for a bruisin' that night. When she singlehandedly decided the couch photo-op was over, she then took a tumble head first onto the floor. Luckily, Jeff's cat-like reflexes sprung into action and he scooped her up just millimeters from a face plant. Whew!
As if that wasn't a convincing enough scare for us, Harper later decided to go all out WWF-style. I missed the action due to a potty break of my own, but I surely recognized that scream as it spilled out of Harper's now bloodied mouth. It turned my stomach a bit when I saw Jeff holding a red paper towel to her face--I admit, I imagined much worse than the purple lower lip he revealed to me. One dose of Tylenol, one ice pack and one blood stain later, Harper was no worse for wear. She shook it off pretty quickly, and hadn't made a peep about it since. I have to give Jeff the credit for this recovery, too. Way to go, Super Dad!
I wasn't expecting to practice my stain removal tactics this early in the game, but I'll have you know that shirt gleams an even brighter white than it did on the rack at Old Navy. More importantly, the lip is as good as new!