Miss Rosie again. Note the abrasions on the upper left forehead: we spent a night in the emergency room getting a CAT scan over that one: a fall from a second-story porch. (shudder)
Luckily, she's made of rubber and spit, so it wasn't a problem. A mere two days later, she was at it again.
Have I mentioned how I love this child? How I know her strength and ingenuity and utter lack of fear will be of great benefit to her in adult life?
Assuming she doesn't kill herself first.