Well...

That wasn't how I expected to spend and hour and a half before lunch.  Molly was showing me how she could lift a two-pound weight over her head and then dropped it.  It landed on Reagan's toe.  I didn't see it hit.  I saw it bounce, and I started to say, "Thank goodness that didn't hit anyone's toes," and Reagan started crying.  We took her in and had an x-ray.  They didn't see anything.  The PA did say, "She had an xray on the same foot 18 months ago; what was that about?"  I told him that I had pinched her poor little baby toes in a door.  It's something I don't really like talking about.  She wasn't even two weeks old, darn it.  So, I'm thinking it was good I turned around the day I was about to take her in because she fell off the bed.  They'd probably be calling social services.  Ugh...  Poor baby.

I guess I have to get in the habit of watching my kids for a bit before I scramble them over to the urgent care center unless there is obvious urgency. Good Grief.

In other news, I harvested some oregano from the back yard today.  I plan to harvest some mint and lavender from the front flower beds later after the oregano is dried.  I don't exactly know what I'll do with them, but I'll have them.

I haven't had the chance to write about our great weekend fun yet either, but hopefully soon.