Pajama Day

I declare today Pajama Day. Mainly because it is 1:17pm and Hunter, Addison and I are all still in our pajamas.

My Babies

Breakfast

Did I mention that Disney World brainwashes you.

Now everywhere I look I see Mickey Mouse.

Wild Ride. . . Down the Stairs

I fell down the stairs today. I am okay . . . I think. The really scary part was that I was holding Hunter. He is okay. Hunter landed against me, so he had the softest landing. I called his doctor and after a series of questions they said it sounded like he was fine.

But it was a scary experience. Praise God that I was past the turn in our stairs before I fell. I slipped coming down the stairs and my back was the first thing to hit the stairs. Then I continued to slip down each stair with my left arm, the back of my waist and my back taking the brunt of each stair. I couldn't use my hands to stop myself, because they were holding Hunter. When I finally made it to the bottom I had to let go of Hunter to stop myself from falling onto him. So he did have a little fall, but it was only inches.

The funny part is, somehow my bottom didn't hit anything. My bottom never touched the stairs as I was falling down and then once I hit the bottom of the stairs, I landed on the side of my hip. So the part of me that has the most cushion was no help at all.

I have a bloody spot on my arm about the size and shape of a quarter and I feel very sore, similar to after having a car accident. Pretty much everything on my left side from the hip up is sore. My lower back hurts when I sit down. But I really do think it is all just being sore and bruised and that there is no real damage.

As soon as I was at the bottom of the stairs, I called Daniel and asked him to come home. At this point I was in a lot of pain and had no idea if I could get up, let alone pick up Hunter. I wanted to make sure that Daniel was on his way home in case someone was really hurt. Then I called Hunter's doctor. After talking to the doctor most of the major pain had subsided and I was able to get up and pick Hunter up.

Praise God that our crazy ride down the stairs was not more serious!

Heard all day long

Heard all day long in my house:

What are you doing?

What's that?

And it is not like they are just asked once.

Addison: Mommy, what's that?

Mommy: That's a drum.

Addison: Mommy, what's that?

Mommy: That's a drum stick

Addison: Mommy, what's that?

Mommy: That's a drum, see you use the stick to hit the drum.

Addison: Mommy what's that?

Mommy: It's a DRUM.

Addison: Mommy what's that?

Mommy: Go ask daddy.