just call me Grace

It has been snowing all day, much to Dylan's delight. Unfortunately he has been fevered all day today and yesterday so he hasn't been feeling good enough to go out and play. But, after dinner tonight he decided it was time, so I bundled up Dylan and Easton and out they went. I was still feeding Gavin in his highchair and he was loving watching the boys as they were on the deck playing and shoveling the snow. As Gavin ate, I stepped out once to take a picture of them...to be shared at a later time, but you'll see the significance of this shortly.

After Gavin was done, I set him down by the sliding glass door to watch the boys, and locked the door so they wouldn't knock him over each time they tried to talk to me. He was clapping and laughing and having a great time, so I was cleaning up dinner. Then, fear strikes me...I was at the kitchen sink and realized I hadn't shut the gate to the stairs. I turn to see if Gavin is still at the door and he isn't. The boys start banging on the door to talk to me, but I take off running for the stairs and see Gavin reaching his arms over the edge - YIKES! I turn the corner by the table, hit the wet spot from me stepping outside, and out go the legs. I hit the ground SO HARD on my right hip. I wanted to lay there and die but knew I had to get to Gavin before my big scene is forgotten by him and he returns to his previous task (the stairs). I'm doing Gavin's army crawl to the stairs since I can't imagine trying to stand, trying to reach him before he goes down head first. I caught his leg just in time and just laid there as Gavin tried his best to wiggle out of my grasp. My boys were standing at the door watching the whole thing, which all happened in less than a minutes time. Sadly, I only have myself to blame as I sit here with my sore hip and neck from the whip-lash. I think I'd feel better if I could blame someone else!