Obsessions And Ouchies

I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but Makayla has an obsession with black people.  We have a friend who moved here from Haiti over the summer and I think he is the cause of her fascination with people of darker skin.  She randomly asks questions about them...she asks about their smell, asks if they have parties, asks if their poop is brown like ours...

Last night, we were at Cracker Barrel and their was a white family there that was from a different county and they were speaking a different language.  Of course, this makes Makayla stop dead in her tracks to stare and listen.  I pushed her along and when we were out in the parking lot, I asked her what they were saying.  Her response?..."I don't know.  They were like black people."  

I just don't know where she gets it or how she comes up with the things she does, but she makes me laugh.

*and as a side note, our family does not discriminate or judge based upon race *

Anyway...onto the ouchie!

Almost 2 weeks ago, Makayla and Mason went out to breakfast with daddy and as they were leaving the restaurant, Makayla slipped and fell on the ice.

When they got home, Makayla was crying and blood was dripping on her coat.  

I set her up on the counter to clean it up and I could see her little chin bone. 

Following her from breakfast were her cousins Tyler and Brennan.  They were coming over so we could give them their Christmas presents and as soon as the gifts were opened, I headed out to the emergency room with Makayla while daddy stayed home with Mason and Mia.

Sure enough, after 2.5 hours in the ER, little Miss had to have 4 stitches in her chin.  She thought it was really cool, though, that she got pink stitches (they were white stitches stained red from blood!)...

...and poor little girl, this happened on the same day as Grandma and Grandpa Curry's Christmas party with all of her cousins.  Makayla was in a lot of pain - she was tired, her chin was throbbing, her ear hurt, she had a headache, and her teeth hurt (preventing her from not eating much over the next day).  Needless to say, she just wasn't in the spirit at the Christmas party and wasn't in the mood to play with her cousins.  She just wasn't herself and it made mommy sad.  We made the most of the situation, though, and she cheered up a bit when Santa Claus showed up at Grandma and Grandpa's!

Almost 10 days later, the stitches still hadn't fallen out so we headed to the doctor to have them taken out. 

...and that night, the scab fell off. 

Stitches in her foot, surgery on her eye, and now stitches on her chin.

She's a trooper!...but I can't help but ask myself -

What's next?