Accident Prone.  Daring.  Silly.  Defiant.  Down-right lovable.  Olivia has decided to "kick it up a notch" in the last week, and we have two injuries to prove it.  Something tells me these will not be the last in her toddler years.

About a week ago, Olivia decided to see just how hot our fireplace really gets.  We have an electric fireplace so the outside of the glass doesn't get super-hot... unless you touch it and don't move your hand for several seconds.  Let's just say, Olivia is a bit of a scientist and decided to test this theory.  She has three small blisters on her hand to prove the truth of this theory.  We've lived in our house for almost five years, all of those years with small children.  There's always one child....  At any rate, I have been more cautious than ever because something tells me she would try this again.  Just a hunch.

The best part is for the last week, she has been showing everyone her hand and then groaning and fake crying to "tell" them the story.  Even after the blisters healed she still wanted others to know and feel her pain.  For those of you that don't know, this is how Drama Queens train.

Then on Monday, during Olympic trials for the 100-yard dash in our kitchen, Olivia ended up face first on the floor.  (I think Mia may have been involved in this incident, but she is innocent until proven guilty.  And well, I was doing the dishes at the time.)  As I picked up our screaming little Livie, blood started to pour out of her face.  I took one look at the cut on her chin and knew we would be heading to the ER.  As luck would have it, Chris had not left for work yet (a minute later and my luck would have been all out!), so he could stay home and get the older two on the bus, while I taped Livie's chin up and headed to the hospital. 

It took the doctor a whole 2-second glance at the wound before stitches were prepared.  I kindly suggested we needed back-up for our fiery little angel.  He gave me the eye-roll-without-the-eye-roll look but soon he understood.  We had to wrap Livie up burrito-style in a sheet, then have three of us hold her down so the doctor could put five stitches in.  She screamed to the end.  That's my girl.  It's all about stamina.  Whew! 

And yes, I had to hold her down to take this picture.  Remember...it's all part of her intense Drama Queen training.  It's has to be constant or it doesn't stick.