The finished quilt.
Sebastian was dumping out acorns from the plastic mixing bowl that he loves to play with and swung it at just the right angle with just enough force to bust my eyebrow open while I was lying next to him on the floor. I cried out like a two year old and covered my eye with my hand and tried not to pass out. When I pulled it away I saw blood on my hand so I stood up and walked to the bathroom to check out the damage. Sure enough, I had a superficial cut that didn't need stitches but was swelling quickly. (I watch Grey's Anatomy so I diagnosed myself.) It didn't stop me from running upstairs to get my mother. I felt faint again so I sat down while she got me some ice and then brought me some tape to close my cut. The little man has an arm on him!
This is how bad he felt that he couldn't touch Momma's owie.
This is what I'll be wearing indoors for awhile.
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