I woke up this morning--happy to have a good night's sleep. I been fighting this cold off--but the battle has lasted longer than the war in Iraq (at least it seems like). 

For two weeks I been coughing and having a scratchy throat and runny nose.  So last night--was one of the first nights in a longgggggggg time that I was able to sleep through the night.

Andrew woke me up about 5 this morning--of course--it was time for his diaper to be changed and get the day started.  My plan was to feed him--get him ready for church and then head off to work while he and his daddy went to worship The Good Lord.

I ain't see my house shoes--but Shawn's were at the foot of the bed.  I slid them on--and headed downstairs with the baby to get him ready.  Shawn rolled over and caught a few more Zzzzs before he had to get up.

I was walking down the steps--lost my footing and there went Andrew--he went one way and I went the other way.  We both started crying!  Shawn came running down the stairs--Andrew was inconsolable.  He was crying--tears streaming down his face.

Shawn checked his head and his body for bruises and knots--but there was nothing too alarming.

I went and looked--we fell down three steps and landed on the 4-th step.  Andrew hit his head and butt--I hit my arm and back and head.  But nobody was bleeding--so that's a blessing.

Shawn looked at me and rolled his eyes.  Suddenly, I felt like this was my fault--surely he knows I ain't plan to "drop" my baby down the stairs.  But that's how his glare made me feel.

"Are you mad at me for losing my step?" I asked.  Andrew had his head on Shawn's shoulder--still crying.

"No, I am mad at you for wearing the wrong shoes," he responded.

So what if I had been barefoot? Two words: Accidents Happen--no matter how careful a parent is--things will occur with kids that you can't control--scrapes, bumps, etc.

The good thing is that Andrew is alright--he calmed down--he stopped crying and he's kicking a$$ and taking name's just like he usually does.

When I get home from work today, Shawn will have probably devised a harness system with a pulley to get Andrew up and down the stairs so I ain't gotta carry him.