Oh my poor little monkey

So, the day I decide to start my blog, this happened.

(Don't worry, she isn't dead - ugg! Is it just me or do these look like postmortem photographs?- , I just couldn't take the picture until she was asleep because she, well really, need I explain?)

We are currently living with one car since my brakes went grindey and we are getting a new car in about 2 weeks. Rob is busy as can be, so if Scout and I want to leave the house, we are hoofing it. When the weather cooperates *shaking my fist at the sky* we walk to the park or the grocery store. Today, we did both. Smith's is about 10 blocks away, and the weather has been terrible, but today at least the sun was shining. It was fairly windy and not terribly warm, so Scout was bundled up in a blanket.
We did all our little things without incident, but about a block from the house Scout's blanket got caught under the wheel of the stroller and the whole baby bundle was catapulted onto the cement. The poor little thing had no defenses since she was bound, so it was face plant city. She cried very hard the rest of the way home and I just felt awful. Oh, I felt so bad. Luckily, she bucked up very quickly with promises of Nemo band-aids (excuse me, bah-bades) and a little Wow Wow Wubbsy.
I wasn't as fortunate. I kept replaying the sound of head conking cement and I worried about head injuries. About an hour after the incident, she asked for what sounded like "pretzels" (a favorite snack of hers), so I hurriedly got her a bowl, eager to please, and she was upset. She kept saying it and I kept telling her that they were right there and she kept turning them down and saying "No! Pretzels!". Finally she got up and said they were downstairs and at this point, I am starting to imagine the swelling happening in my little monkey's head that is causing this confusion. She took me downstairs and showed me the box where her "pencils" are. She just wanted to draw. My monkey will be fine.