Sunday, Bloody Sunday....

Ok, that's being a bit melodramatic. But Laurel did suffer her first major boo-boo while visiting my grandparents today. She smashed her mouth on the coffee table and got a split lip. Luckily, she was soon distracted by the dozen or so battery-powered toys my grandmother had scored at yard sale. (Seriously though, M and I later agreed that both our hearts skipped a beat when we realized she was bleeding.)

We had a lovely visit in Rices Landing, and snapped a few pictures. I'm trying to take some video of Laurel's attempts at standing - she's daringly letting go and balancing on her own for a few seconds. However, I don't have anything good yet, so stay tuned.