Oh, Libby!

Only one day into Libby's fourth year of life.

I know she was only trying to help.

I told her this morning, "I'll make some lunch and then we can have some of your birthday cake!" I went up stairs for just a couple minutes. Then I heard Libby screaming. She came upstairs with a streak of frosting on her foot. And I knew, just from that, what had happened. I felt bad for her foot, but I was just hoping the cake stand made it through the ordeal (which it did).

When I made it downstairs to survey the damage I realized she'd gotten the ingredients for lunch out of the fridge and put them on the table. I'm guessing she was going to do the same thing with the cake. She got out the step stool, climbed it, and tried to carry the cake down with her - oh, but that glass cake stand is heavy. Poor Libby. And her poor toe. She may lose a toenail.

There's that independent part of her I told you about yesterday. To look on the silver lining: I love her "can do" attitude. That girl thinks she can do anything.

At least we all got a slice of cake last night. Birthday pictures coming soon.