Not Enough Arms

It has been a week of owies and bruises for Elizabeth. She ran into the corner of our piano and got a black left eyebrow. She slipped on a tile floor in a pool locker room and bruised her right cheek. Then today at the playground she fell off a climber and crashed into a platform, banging up her hip pretty well. The problem was that we had walked four blocks from home, and I had Amelie in the frontpack. It is very difficult to comfort a wailing preschooler who really needs to be picked up and held while wearing a frontpack. After the tears finally stopped, I still had to convince her to walk the four blocks home (her poor little hip was already purple and red - walking hurt). It took the promise of chocolate chips and cinnamon-sugar pie crusts at home, and a phone call to tell Daddy about it. Sometimes I could use more arms.