Parenting mistake #643

Yesterday I ran the Corktown St. Patrick's Day race (any race that ends with bananas and beer is worth running 4 miles for) under 40 minutes--a personal record, which I know isn't the best time, but I was just glad to finish. It was an amazing day for March in Michigan, and I swear it was 70 degrees at some points. Nate brought Clementine to cheer me on, and we stayed after the race to watch the parade. It wasn't until we returned home that I realized darling C. had gotten a little too much sun on her cheeks. Yes, I gave my 6 month old daughter her first exposure to skin cancer. Way to go, mom! What's worse, I think she looks kind of cute with her rosy red cheeks, especially early in the morning when she woke up to smile at me and pull Nate's beard. Here's a picture of my apple-cheeked little love in her crib--yes her crib. For those of you wondering, no, she doesn't sleep in her crib, but it is a handy place to put her while we try to get our sorry asses ready for work in the morning.