Can you say, "Ouch?"
Ugh! I guess this is what I get for attempting a little housework ... on a Sunday, no less.
While I was running the Dyson in the living room, Natalie was dancing/running/playing around and having a great time. Back and forth I pushed that hardworking vacuum. Round and round she ran. I could just make out her giggles over the hum of the machine.
When ... BAM! I pulled back the handle at the exact same second that Natalie ran up behind me. The collision was hard enough to knock her off her feet. I immediately dropped the vacuum, dropped to my knees, and scooped her up in my arms. She was crying. I was crying. I could only imagine how much that hurt ... all the momentum coming to a stop on the side of her nose!
This is her nose later that evening. Swollen with two red marks. After some ibuprofen at naptime, she didn't complain about the pain at all - not even when I gave it a few gentle touches. What a little trooper!
This is her nose two days later. The red marks have nearly healed. The swelling is much improved. But she's left with plenty of black-and-blue on the side of her nose and in the corner of her eye.
And that, my friends, it what happens when nose meets Dyson.
When a two year old's reckless abandon meets a momma's need to clean.