One fear of a two-story home is those darn stairs. We always wanted a rancher but since they are so much more expensive...a two-story home. Dan was folding laundry (go Dan!) and I was doing something in the bedroom. I hear Everett at the top of the stairs..bump, bump..I hear Everett crying. I knew exactly what happened. I ran down those stairs and scooped him right up. He fell from top to bottom landing on hardwood floors not to mention the stairs on the way down. THANKFULLY, not a bone was broken and he was fine. Just bruised the side of his face. I carried his back up the stairs (big no-no according to the doc--post c-section stuff) and we all said a prayer of thanks as a family. Check out yet another bruise Everett has found upon his face. Note: the picture of Ev is a reenactment
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