Ouch...

This morning, I woke up and begrudgingly crawled out of bed. I headed downstairs before the kids to tidy up, and catch a few moments of peace to read and check my email. Now that I have to go downstairs to turn my computer on, I did that- and the pile of laundry on the playroom floor called out to me. I ignored it... On my way back, it called me again. This time, I gave in. As I quickly went to switch the loads, I found a blue marker in my laundry basket, with no lid on it, under a wet towel, sitting on top of Scott's dress shirts. I'm sure you can imagine what I saw next. Huge blue stains, on everything.

Wasn't it just yesterday that I called the kids downstairs to clean up all the craft stuff?

Being that they are my children, they often try to find a short cut around cleaning up. Markers and wet laundry, along with dad's dress clothes, don't go well together.

Then things just went downhill from there. Or downstairs, I should say. Literally. I fell down an entire flight of stairs... with Ella in my arms. Or hand, anyways. I fell, she fell, and I caught her by a leg, before she hit her head on the floor. I think I bruised my tailbone. But more alarmingly, Ella wouldn't put her right leg down. She would just stand there like a flamingo, and fall and cry when she tried to bare weight on it.

Two hours at the Dr.'s, 4 x-rays, and no results later, we were back home. Now, she has a bruised and swollen knee. But I was reassured by a trusted friend (who also happens to be a wonderful Dr.) That babies rarely break bones, "they're like rubber- they bounce." So now we wait, and hope she is less flamingo-like tomorrow.

Not that she lacked any attention ...

Just for the record, I've never ever fallen while carrying any of my kids before. (Even when I used to carry three at a time, up and down the stairs several times a day) Hopefully, it will never happen again!