Trying to be witty I figured we would have chili for Chilean night. Chilean Chili that is. Adam cooked while I was at work and did such a fantastic job. Uncle Tyler came over to join us but just as our Chilean night took off Zoie had an accident. I had left the smaller umbrella stroller out for her to play with and she had been loading and unloading her "babies" all day. Looking back I should have seen this coming.....She climbed up backwards and face planted the kitchen floor. HARD. She instantly started screaming, then threw up, then bled from her nose or mouth or both. It was bad. I was panicked and poor Uncle Tyler was so worried about her. We watched her for a few hours that night and she was back to her old self in no time, her forehead swelled a little but was gone by morning. Even though my gut told me she was okay I couldn't stop myself from checking on her every couple of hours...all...night...long. Needless to say the stroller is tucked away in the garage and I'm considering getting her a helmet, seriously.
Good News: Zoie and her head are just fine.
Bad News: Chilean night totally sucked....sorry Sandy!
Great job on the Chili babe! It was really good!