M and I had a wonderful day at home. Both schools were closed in honor of MLK.
Both of our bedrooms were complete messes, so we decided to help each other clean. (Please read: I cleaned, she watched TV or told me what to do. It was delightful.)
This afternoon we decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. As I was looking for my shoes, I heard a strange noise on the stairs and raced around the corner.
To see M going head over heels (literally) down at least half the staircase. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. I saw her neck bend at a strange-ish angle and her legs flopping around like a ragdoll. My feet turned to cement and I couldn't move. Then I was flying down the stairs to her. I have never been so thrilled to hear her scream and cry. She was fine. Scared, but fine. It took me quite a few more minutes to get over it.
We did end up enjoying a very nice walk.