Rea's first big owie

So, I think the worst is over after cleaning up the mess from this morning. Then, we go downstairs for breakfast. I put Reagan in her highchair with a few Cheerios and go into the kitchen to make breakfast, like I do every morning. Then I hear something fall to the ground, followed by a loud bang on the table and something else fall to the ground. (I can't see anything because my dinner table is on the opposite wall of the kitchen). Reagan starts screaming, and I start running. She had pushed the tray off her highchair (which I was sure I secured), fallen out of her seat straps (which I was also sure I secured), hit her head on the table, then fell to the floor. I don't do good with hurt children, especially when I feel responsible. So there I am bawling, holding a screaming child. When I realized it wasn't as bad as I though, I calmed down and could calm her down. As you can tell from the pictures, she's okay now. She doesn't even know what hit her, or what she hit! So, she made it almost 9 months without getting hurt. I think that's pretty good considering the many near death situations her brothers have put her in.