Over the course of the weekend, each member of our family suffered a variety of (thankfully minor) injuries:
*Natalie fell on concrete and got her first skinned knee. =(
*I had a nosebleed and later that day fell down a couple stairs, scraping my arm and hurting my foot.
*Nathan fell off his bike, and he must have ridden over something sharp because there was a hole in his tire that required a trip to the repair shop.
*Eric walked into the edge of a door in a dark room, acquiring a forehead gash in the process; The next day while trying to slice apart two frozen hamburgers, the knife sliced his finger instead and bled profusely. Fortunately, he did not need stitches, but it was still painful!
*Even our poor dog, Reggie, hurt his foot on Saturday and limped around the rest of the day! Speaking of Reg, yesterday while setting the table for our Father's Day dinner, I ran out of the room for a minute, and he jumped up and ate the entire plate of (homemade!) bread I'd set out. Boo! (Incidentally, on Eric's first Father's Day 3 years ago, Reggie caught and devoured a baby rabbit in our yard right before we were supposed to sit down to eat. Eric was so frustrated by the situation that he could hardly eat the dinner I'd lovingly prepared. It was not a very happy first Father's Day meal!)
I'm grateful these instances don't usually happen all at the same time. I have to admit I thought of this blogger's family, as they always seem to be getting into scrapes!