My poor baby. Yesterday I was checking e-mail when I heard a thud. I listened after that, and upon hearing nothing else, I assumed that Zach must have slammed his door - I had sent him to his room to change clothes. Soon, though, came the WAIL. I rushed from the desk to find Zach wiped out on the steps. He had slipped down them as he was coming back up from changing clothes. Now, my heart ends up in my throat when ever the boys fall down the stairs- ever since Steven broke his elbow so bad that he needed surgery when he fell down the steps of the Prospect St. house. He kept touching his mouth, looking at his fingers like he thought he would see blood. Please, please, don't let one of his permanent teeth be damaged!!!! Since all his limbs appeared to be in working order and no major blood was seen, I picked him up to carry him up to the living room for some Mommy Kisses to speed along the healing process. We rocked until the tears stopped, Pete brought us an ice pack, and Steven gave us a blanket. When I was finally able to assess the damages, he had skinned up his shin, skinned his chin, and a tiny bit of blood around his gum line. No loose teeth (at least none that were not loose before) and no chipped teeth. He'll be looking pretty for the fundraiser tomorrow.
On the bright side, he was feeling so good after dinner last night that he leaed a new trick. Over the winter he had learned to do summer saults. He can do bunches of them in a row to cross the floor. Last night he was messing around and ended up doing a backwards summersault (purley an accident)!! After he got over his surprise, he tried it again and again and again! What fun. Today he showed his brothers what he learned to do. Do I hear Olympic team of 2020?
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