A ghost walks into a fireplace...

If you were to put a blanket over your head and walk around like a ghost, you might bump into things.  You might even do it on purpose and giggle about it.  You might even walk into the fireplace.  Hypothetically...

 

This one just looks silly, but if you look closely or zoom in, you can see the nasty cut on the underside of her lip in the bottom one.  

 

If it was a little worse and we needed to take her in for stitches or something, I'm sure that we would have been taken into separate rooms and questioned individually about what happened. Her lip is much better already, but for a couple of days there, it did look like she had been on the receiving end of someone's force. 

 

In happier news, Abby finally (finally!) is down with pedaling rather than getting around Fred Flintstone style.  Her other, more traditional tricycle was a garage sale find turned hand-me-down, and it's not the easiest to pedal.  This little pink number, however, runs like butter.  And what with the spurt of warm weather following the spurt of snow, she took it out for a spin.  Someone slap a helmet on that kid!  This particular one even has turn signals if the batteries are up and running, which is good considering she's technically riding on our street...