Last night, I put Maya down on the changing table to get her ready for tubby time, and she started screaming. I mean, really, truly screaming like she was in serious pain. I couldn't figure it out, so I chalked it up to evening fussies and being sleepy. As I started soaping her up in the tub though, I noticed her back felt rough, and when I looked, I noticed a huge scratch across her back. I realized that it must have been my watch scratching her as I put her down on the changing table! I felt terrible. Poor little muffin. You can't really tell from the photo, but there's a part of the scratch that's actually bloody. Ugh. Today there's a scab, so that's good. I don't think it really hurts her.
Anyway, our weekend was very uneventful, but nice nonetheless. We did a lot of organizing and cleaning yesterday, which is always a happy event. Living in such a small space requires extreme organization. Otherwise, it's clutter central. This weekend I worked on the pantry, the junk drawer, and the kitchen cabinets. Kevin dealt with his "office." I must say, it looks pretty good in here!
"I'm not angry, Mommy."
"It doesn't hurt anymore."