The Stairs

Saturday morning started off interesting in our house.  There was a accident with the stairs and it wasn't Reese or I falling down them it was Sage.  I was making breakfast and Reese went up stairs - I thought he had her, he thought I had her and as I came around the corner I got to see her fall down five stairs.  She landed face first on the linoleum with her feet heading towards the front door.  What a way to start the day.  She cried for a minute or so, I think she was more scared than hurt.  Mommy had some tears as well.   She seemed to be o.k. and we called the pediatrician to see what we should look for.  The only thing that they seemed to worry about was if she was throwing up - she was not.  Then the guilt started - if we had a gate she wouldn't have been able to get up there in the first place.  Well, needless to say within two hours of her falling we had a gate at the bottom of the stairs.  She has a bruise on her right hip and a bruise by her right eyebrow and a fat lip.  All seem to be healing quickly.  Here is a picture not long after she fell - she seemed to have already forgotten about her fall,  She is very intrigued by our new gate.  Amazing how resilient kids are!