I Suck At Bloody Noses

The highlight (or lowlight) of Sunday may have been the fact my twenty one month old daughter (Briana) had her first bloody nose. Now, I suck at bloody noses. Okay, I really don't. I am prone to bloody noses. My nose is my Achilles heel.

I remember I was playing catch with my friends (Marc and Greg) in high school. As usual, I was being lackadaisical in my ball catching abilities. Needless to say, the ball went off my nose... and out came the blood. The blood just came gushing out and out and out. My nose was like a faucet that day. Why, I may have left a puddle of blood on the field where we were playing catch.

Anyway, I think Sunday was proof that my daughter is just like her daddy. I wish I could have said "If you think that's bad, look at the other twenty one month old that she got into a fight with". Sadly, that was not the case.

Karen and I were surprised to see Briana with dried blood around her nose and all over her sheets when we went to get her out of bed on Sunday. It was quite the sad sight. I'm not even sure Briana even knew she had a bloody nose. She seemed like nothing had happened.

For anyone curious, Briana is fine. I think the air in her room may have been a little too dry for her nose.