Tonight could have possibly been one of the most scary nights of my life. So we are living in a basement. And what do all basements have in common? Stairs. Stairs and a one year old don’t really mix. I found it out tonight. Don’t worry, there was no falling. Just almost falling. I went upstairs to throw something in the dryer real quick and had a quick chat with Carol (who owns the home). I thought I heard a little Maisie yell, but didn’t think much of it since Justin was downstairs with her. Well, about a minute later I open the door to go back downstairs and there she is, looking up at me, standing one step below me, with a long staircase below her. My heart began to race, then my mind began to race with all the things that COULD have happened if I was one second later in opening the door. Thank God she didn’t fall.
They are so clumsy at this age. Right now Maisie has a yellow bruise right above her eye where she fell into the bed frame a couple days ago, a big long scratch on the top of her head (that you can see because the lack of hair) from falling into a corner at a restaurant the other day, three little glass cuts on her hand from falling to the ground with a glass ornament grasped into her tiny little hand, a big scratch on her right cheek from who knows what, and probably a ton of other things that I don’t notice because the bruise and scratches and cuts take up most of my attention when looking at her.
So with all that to say, it is freaky how clumsy these little fragile (but not so fragile) kids are. I think I’m going to have to get a little gate for the stairs. Either that or maybe I will get her a helmet. But that still wouldn’t help the glass crushing hands. Maybe some mittens as well? She would really be stylish then. And since I care so much about style, she will continue on with the bruises and cut up hands. But at least I will have a gate up to prevent the really big hurts.