This weekend was chugging along like any normal weekend. Brian was abalone diving, Julia was at a girl scout weekend in the city. Victoria, William and I were left home.
We did some shopping, Victoria got her ears pierced, and I did some quilting. Just a nice relaxing time.
And then Sunday happened.
Sunday Brian decided to take us out to breakfast, which isn't normal. But it was good food. After breakfast we went to the Dollar Tree. The kids' school is doing Operation Christmas child. You make a box of goodies for a child who might not get a Christmas present. I was very proud that all three of my kids wanted to help out someone less fortunate than them.
After some shopping it was time to go home, watch football and get ready for a Mother Daughter tea party with the girl scouts.
And that's when this happened.
Victoria was rushing past her brother and gently, lovingly? pushed him into our coffee table. Now let me say the coffee table has rounded edges, so apparently we are lucky that he didn't need any stitches.
Needless to say the coffee table has been removed from our living room. Not only because it bruised my baby, but right before William was pushed into it, Victoria was pushed also and broke the small glass square inside the coffee table.
Never a dull moment. At least I can say that.
P.S. Don't forget about the great giveaway by Oroweat bread!