Boom!

Drew fell down the stairs the other day. I should have been watching him more carefully, so I felt terrible about it.

When you walk in our front door, we have six steps leading up to the main floor (with the kitchen, living and dining rooms, and bedrooms) and six steps leading down to the family room and laundry room. We were just coming in from outdoors, and I had my hands full, so I left Drew standing by the front door. The open door was blocking the way to the stairs going down, so I thought if he moved, he would most likely follow me up the stairs. He is fairly good at going up stairs by himself. Instead, he decided that he needed to shut the front door, so he was trying to go around the door to push it closed. The landing at the front door is small, and I happened to look down (I had put the things I was carrying down and was headed down to get him) just when he was teetering with his heels over the edge of the top step going down. My heart almost stopped as he tumbled down. I ran downstairs and picked him up. He cried for about a minute. I cried for about ten minutes.

When my husband got home from work that evening, he told Drew, "I heard you went boom down the stairs today." Drew's face just lit up, and he said, "Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom over boom stairs!" He seemed so proud of himself.

Since he was not injured at all, I can laugh about it now. I'm glad my little boy is so tough!