We’ve had a lot of confessions on our blog lately. Maybe that should be its own category. Yeah, that’d be great–then people could go to a one-stop shop when they wanted to get dirt on us. 😉

I wanted to go outside with Eden on Wednesday. It was Elisa’s birthday, but she was still in class. Eden had her coat on and was trying to pry open the front door herself. (We let her do whatever she can by herself, because it makes her happy). I opened the closet door. Eden started screaming! She had gotten her left hand pinched in the door jam! She had fit her fingers in the crack right by the hinge, because she was trying to get leverage to open the front door quicker. She had a tiny indentation on her third finger. It just felt horrible. We hugged for awhile. Soon she was feeling like she wanted to go outside, at least. Her finger didn’t swell up, and the indentation disappeared, so we were lucky to only have a small pinch. She was a little extra sensitive for the rest of the night though. When I called Chad on my way home from class and he told me about his evening, he sounded so upset (for him anyway). He really had a rough night. I think we take it much harder when something happens to Eden than she does.