At 5:30 this morning she wanted breakfast, and then didn't really want to go back to sleep. Two hours of what felt like coma followed, Klara switching back and forth between lying down pretending to sleep and singing lalalala and being happy about it.
Eventually I got the windows done. Our parents came over and we had a great time all seven of us. Klara bounced like a pinball between the grandparents, and we rounded things off by showing them how she can walk outdoors with her walking-car on her own.
The only problem was, that the parent (me) that should have had total focus on the kid (Klara) didn't, so after walking on 3m of concrete and 5m of grass, she fell to the side like a tree and managed to land her head on the concrete sidewalk. Luckily the blow was cushioned by her cap. Actually the fall wasn't that bad, but her worst so far and it was horrible how lousy we felt. We can't be there all the time, but how do you let go the correct amount?
Tonight we are nostalgic about the things that happened a year ago. Right now we had been at the hospital for two hours... :)
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