Thursday, May 29, 2008
So, I may have smushed Cletus today. Allowing a daredevil 20 month old to play around on a tall bed is probably a really bad idea, but the dastardly giggles coming from his mouth were too adorable to stop. Naturally, he rolled and tumbled to the opposite side of the bed from the side I was "monitoring" from and began to fall headfirst off the side. Instinct kicked in and I dove across the bed - suddenly nimble and forgetting my massive girth - grabbed his ankles to pull him back, and totally belly flopped atop young Clete. He's still kicking and rolling in there and my doctor told me things are likely fine, but good grief! Scared me to death. So here I am in bed "taking it easy". Reassure me that things are fine.