It’s just a cold, but he fell down the stairs.

I wish I were kidding, but I am not. Noah went head over heels down the full flight of stairs to the basement. All carpeted, but not exactly plush carpeting, and carpet over cement at the bottom. Carl said he hit the walls on the way down too (I was out).

For the detail-oriented, Carl was at the top of the stairs with Noah and gave him the usual choice – hold hands (and one of Noah’s on the railing) or go down on your bum. Noah chose bum and moved too quickly rather than waiting for the hand to steady him while he got down, crouching down and – then just kept going. I put this one in the “really not preventable unless you are freaky all the time to a crazy extent” camp.

Carl looked like he had had the shock of his life. Noah seems fine – he has a bruise on one cheek and a scrape on his back. No passing out, no vomiting, cried for only 5 minutes. No bruised ribs or broken bones that we can detect. Pupils reacting normally. Ate dinner fine, danced to music, played trains, wanted to jump around on bed, went to bed fine.

We’ll be checking on him every two hours of course.

God it just NEVER ENDS with kids no?

Oh and P.S. my hair is extremely red. Pics sometime, maybe.

My poor baby!