There will be blood

It started with spitup, then milk, food, juice, condiments, paint and now we have blood. Getting on me. They are certainly getting to be two-year olds. Skinning knees. Bonking heads. Falling headfirst down a (small) flight of stairs at the baby resale store while Mommy was shopping. Did I mention I found an adorable Oilily outfit? Lucy's lip only bled all over the place for a little while. Which I had to stop with my Gymboree socks. Guess I need to throw a burb rag back into the ole' diaper bag.

The lip