Those Blasted Stairs!!!!!!!!

So, a week ago, I fell down the stairs. Let me paint you the picture. I had gone into the office to get Addy up from her crib and finish getting her ready for church. I start down the stairs... one step at a time. I was wearing a knee length black skirt, black high heels and determination to get to church on time.

I scale the first small flight of stairs with grace. I turn to head down the second LONG flight of stairs, somehow lose my grip and down I go... Addy in arms. So, here's me, one leg in front of the other, surfing down our stairs trying to keep myself from flipping over forward... all the while keeping Addy in front of me so she doesn't whack her legs on the railing. After what seems like the LONGEST 10 seconds or less, I end up at the bottom of my stairs with my skirt up around my waist, my legs pretty much feeling like they are numb and unable to function and Hailey standing over me saying "you alright mommy?".

Nate just stood there with this blank look on his face.. when really I knew what was going on in his head. It is as follows: 'that was the funniest thing I have ever seen, however, if I laugh, Tiff will burst into tears and ruin her makeup for church, so instead, i'm going to bite my tongue and make sure she's ok'.

I'm sure it was something like that. So, I handed Addy to him after making sure she didn't have any war wounds and then slowly got up myself. It's a good thing we didn't have any visitors. That would have been akward. I continue to walk around limping and getting the diaper bag ready for church when Nate BURSTS into laughter. "I couldn't hold it in anymore!" he says. "That was the funniest thing EVER!" At which point, I admit to laughing as well and off to church we go.

This wound is the reason that every time I had to kneel down to change diapers this past week, I wanted to cry. It doesn't look like much, however, it is in the exact same place that I have had a scar from when I was 10 and scraped my ankle on the gravel. So sad...