My First Scraped Knee

This weekend I learned what it feels like to kiss the concrete with my knee. I got a big scrape, but I was a big girl and just got up and kept going. I only cried when I tripped the next day and scraped it again.

I didn't let it get in the way of a fun weekend. I visited with Aunt Laura and Ciaran; Grandma and Grandpa took us for the best gelato outside of Italy and I also got to peek at all the chocolates Mr. Canady makes, too; and what's a weekend without organizing my blocks? I won't let a scraped knee get in the way; I've got things to do!