Parent of the year nominee

Due to different things going on, with my hand and BJ's lungs, to say we are not firing on all cylinders is an understatement. Just know that I speak from a true seat of authority when I say Vicodin and parenting are not a good mix. Liv has taken this time of our convalescence to hone skills that will probably one day make her a great ninja. Her climbing skills are without peer and faster than I could say, "Liv, is that your diaper on the floor?" she was on the kitchen table surveying her kingdom. As I was helping her down, she slipped and banged her eye. Later in the day as three adults were in eyesight, she tried to recreate her earlier adventure and fell onto her lip. Nothing stinks more as a mom than to see your kiddo hurting and or bleeding, and seeing her do both made me more than a bit woozy. So a fine trio we make, I have a bum stitched hand, BJ has a tubercular sounding lung, and Liv has a knot under her eye and a fat lip. I really think we should take a family portrait. One of those really nice 70's ones with a barn or a fireplace in the background.

Liv in much happier times, can't you tell?