And the winner by KO….

Alice has been transitioning away from her afternoon nap lately. I think I am the one who misses it more than she does. Actually, now that I am not fighting her anymore about going down to sleep, things are much more peaceful. However, last Wednesday, I was still under the delusion that she was just going through a phase. I had to practically drag her upstairs kicking and screaming. Carrying her in such a state is challenging in general, but it has become even more so due to her long legs, heavy weight and my increasing belly. For those without children try climbing up a flight of stairs with a bowling ball tucked into your pants while carrying a 30 pound weight that squirms. You will fully experience and understand my struggle.

Anyhow, I got Alice into her new bedroom (which she is having difficulty accepting as her new pad) and put her down to assemble the book collection. Once I got everything ready, I went to pick up Alice who was now face down on the carpet. At the exact moment I had finished bending down to pick her up Alice decided to jump up. Her head connected with my chin causing my top teeth to sink into my bottom lip. I am sure some mathematical minded person could figure out the force of our collision. Remnants of a formula from my physics days flash through my mind. However, when you consider I nearly failed physics, I don’t think my calculations would be accurate. All I know is it hurt like hell. By the way, that the whole “seeing stars” thing upon impact is not a myth. Nap time was delayed while I attended to yet one more mommyhood war wound. Thankfully, I no longer look like a collagen treatment gone horribly wrong.