Sunday we had a Newman party at my Grandparents house. I was chatting it up at the table with my sisters when I looked up and saw Jackson (my nephew that’s Emily’s age) climbing the stairs. In that quick glance I saw him slip and start to fall. I leapt (seriously) out of my chair and tried to move another out of the way so I could catch him before he tumbled too far and hit his head on the tile floor. However, my attempts were foiled by the table leg. I couldn’t slide the chair under the table further than it already was and therefore my body – which was already in motion – didn’t have time to recalculate the idea of going around the chair. I ended up tripping over the chair completely bruising my left foot and ankle. Thankfully the wall was close and I was able to reach out and catch myself – or who knows what mess I would have ended up in. Jackson meanwhile, managed to recover after the initial slip and went on happily playing on the stairs – completely oblivious to my leg-breaking act.
Sometimes I just can't keep Emily's hands out of her hair. On Sunday she pulled out her ponytail and bow... breaking the elastic so I couldn't fix it. The rest of the night she ran around with her hair flopping from one side to the other. We called it the "Rooster Do."
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