Our First Shiner

On Monday, we spent an enjoyable day at the AZ Science Center with my sister and her kiddos. Great fun was had by all, until the ride home. Gracie, from her seat in the back seat of my van, asked for her water bottle. (For those of you who don't live in AZ, it can be downright dangerous to hit the road without a water bottle, so each of my kids have one. Except Rosie. And we got the BPA free kind. See prior posts about my paranoias.) Anyway, I tried to toss it back to her while driving down the freeway. I know, now that I'm writing about it, it sounds like a really stupid things to do, although, at the time, it just seemed like one of those crazy mom things that we have to do to get by. Usually, I have Brian pass things to her, but he was zonked. Anyway, I tossed it to her, only my toss was bad and her reflexes weren't fast enough and KLONK! I nailed her. She immediately covered her face and began wailing, but pretty soon I could discern an "I'm bleeding!!!" among the wails. I wrangled my way across the freeway to get off at the next exit to examine the damage. I had nailed her on the bone right under her eye and split the skin open. Luckily, I had an ice pack in the car from our lunch so I mopped her up and had her hold the ice pack on it while I hurried home. Her eye is now black and I feel horribly guilty every time I look at her. Poor thing. She wouldn't let me take a picture. Bummer. I think she has forgiven me, but I don't think she'll be playing Catch with me anytime soon.