There are a few lessons I have learned in my two short years of life, one is them is to be careful how many Mardi Gras beads you wear at one time.
Aside from being a bit garish - I like the clinky sound they make when I jump up and down wearing, oh say, twenty necklaces.
But here lies the problem: Mardi Gras beads are not as light as you may expect. Especially specialty beads.
'Graceful' is not one of the many adjectives Mommy uses to describe me - so while running around with my beads I inevitably tripped and hit my head against the dresser drawer. OWWWWWIE!
I recovered shortly, however Mommy was in for a treat this morning when she woke me up around 8am. My nose had bled EVERYWHERE. And since I have never had a nosebleed before, Mommy immediately thought that my ears were bleeding and I had head trauma. A few frantic calls to the Doctor, My Jenny Claire and My Daddy - she calmed down.
Wednesday I start Ballet lessons. Not sure the coorelation between these two events, but I have a sneaking suspicion there is one.