Smooshed fingers...

We're still in the process of moving, actually now cleaning at the old apt. We had the back porch open and the front door open to let the breeze through and to air out the fumes from painting last night. I was in the kitchen cleaning when I heard Hannah scream and cry irrationally. I thought daddy was with her at the front door. I walked over there, saw that it was closed and heard Hannah outside of it. I then realized that the wind had shut the door on her hand, and so I quickly opened the door and sure enough, her hand had been holding onto the door frame on the hinge side. The door had shut on them, and she'd been screaming and crying in pain. Daddy was nowhere to be seen. I quickly picked her up and held her. Daddy then shortly returned. He had gone to take out the trash. When he had left he said that she was heading towards the back porch and so he didn't take Hannah with him outside. Though in experience it seemed like a long time, in real time, I think it all happened rather quickly.

We don't have internet at the new place...yet. So back here at the old place...updating the blog.