I was cutting up some round steak for dinner in the kitchen and Isabel was running around the house just being silly. When all of a sudden; I hear the familiar sound (I have been known to fall down the stairs – thankfully I haven’t done it in a few years) of something falling down the stairs.
Isabel fell down the stairs.
I do a quick 1 second hand wash and run down the hall but before I even make it that far she’s already screaming. I scoop her up and all the while run my hands over her little body to make sure nothing is broken or soaked with blood. My worst fear is blood and the second is somethings broken. Luckily, she is o.k. and mama’s o.k. too.
The remainder of the evening she wouldn’t step foot by the stairs. She did however climb them to go to bed, with the assistance of mom, of course. It was bound to happen!