And she scared me to death! The girls were goofing around on our bed this morning and I heard a THUD. And I mean a LOUD THUD. The kind where you hold your breath and your heart stops beating because you know somebody is hurt and you're just waiting for them to cry. Well, she cried.

And she cried. And she cried. Poor girl fell off the bed, landed flat on her back and whacked the back of her head....really hard. Daddy always says that when they're crying that it's a good thing. She never lost consciousness and she was able to talk to me so I knew it wasn't all that bad, but she had a knot on the back of her head immediately so I called the pediatrician and they told me what to watch for and what to do and to just have her take it easy for the next 24 hours. I knew she had to have a headache so I gave her some Tylenol to help with the pain. A little while later I asked how her head was and she replied, "Not good." That's all. Just, "Not good." Throughout the day I kept getting the same response until about 5:00 I asked again and she said, "It's good now, Mom." She's such a tough cookie. A lot tougher than her Mommy.

Note to self....no more monkeys jumping on the bed.