Playground battle wounds

It was only a matter of time until adventurous Olivia got a playground battle wound. Girl, at just 15 months old, you love to play with the big kids. You follow your sister around the playground, running to keep up as best you can. When you get to an object too large to scale I hear your screech that your daddy calls your baby pterodactyl sound (cant wait until you consistently replace that sound with a word and sign) and I know you need help. You try so hard to climb, swing in the big kid swings, and run as fast as you can. You especially liked this bouncy airplane that you and Charlotte rode repeatedly. It wasn't until about the fourth trip down the small slide that you decided I shouldn't catch you at the bottom. I thought I would give you a chance to catch yourself on the rubber padded ground, thinking what's the worst that would happen?! Well you sure did catch yourself...with your face, bless your heart. It didn't seem too bad at the time, just a little spec of blood and a little pink scrape. You cried for less than a minute and wanted down and ran right back to the slide. However, you sported a dark brown scab on your nose the following week but don't worry, everyone just thought you had eaten chocolate! I like your resiliency, kiddo! It will take you far in life if I can figure out how to help you shape it throughout the years. I love you beautiful girl.