Gracie gave momma and daddy heart attacks tonight. She climbed up on the ottoman, jumped onto a big rubbermaid container we use as a toybox and promptly slid off, banging her head on the entertainment center on the way down. Her instant cries were expected, but the half a face full of blood was not. Daddy and I rushed her to the ER where, luckily, grandma was working! Grandma cheered her up, gave her Pooh stickers and a popcicle. The doc was able to simply glue the cut and if I hadn't seen how deep it was myself I probably would have thought it was just a scratch. I tried to take a picture of it, but it's pretty hard to see. It's just below her hairline almost straight up from her eye.