Last night my husband was able to be the protector. I woke the poor guy up at 1am, to handle a giant spider running through the family room. I don't like big bugs. And if I had to, I would have found a way to deal with it. But instead, my way of dealing with it was to wake him up. So at 1am, he was chasing the giant spider around the living room, while I was sitting on the arm of the chair holding Kennedy. Had Kennedy not been sound asleep, I'm sure she would have been thrilled with daddy for protecting her from the giant spider, that was probably the size of her hand.
Today, I also found out that I can't protect Kennedy from her toys either. She was having a great time. I pulled out a bunch of new toys. She was laying on the ottoman (we're avoiding the floor after last night's spider incident) and playing with some rattles. She picked one up, and after playing with it for about 30 seconds, she bashed herself in the head with it. Poor baby. Though, I have to admit, looking back at the video, I had to laugh. And in the end, no harm done. She played with the rattle again tonight, and with out injury.
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