Falls

I saw the scariest thing I've ever seen this weekend.

We were walking downstairs after I got home from work Friday. You were just in front of me and you slipped or missed the hand-rail or something and there you went. Spinning sideways down the entire stairs to our basement.

You hit your head a couple times on the molding at the bottom and landed very scared and crying. I immediately picked you up and then put you back down again afraid that maybe you had really hurt yourself and I shouldn't move you. Your fear changed to crying insistence that you be allowed to go play with your playdo as originally intended and you clearly were OK.

But I remained shaken by the incident. I know that little kids fall all the time and I know you didn't get hurt. But I keep remembering your fall.

I keep remembering you rolling as you fell and at one point our eyes met and you had a look on your face that said "What's going on?" And I knew I couldn't help.

I know this will happen again. It will not always be a physical fall, but it will happen again and I will not always be able to help you.

I know this. But I hate it anyways.

Sesame Place

We just got back from 2 days at Sesame Place. You had a blast. It might have been the first time we've spent 2 days letting you run around doing pretty much anything you want.

After lunch on day 2 we went to the store and you picked out a Grover doll that you have kept with you for a complete 24 hours now.

My first memory of an amusement park is going to Sea World and getting a stuffed shark. Then I ran down the path throwing the shark into the air and catching it. I think I threw it into a shrub that someone had to fish it out.