Falling Down... With Kids...

So, the other morning, I fell down our stairs.  Only about four steps, and I pretty much just slid on my butt, but it scared the bejesus out of me, as well as Lena.  Our home was built in the late 1800s, so the stairs to the second floor are not exactly 'to code.'  They are very, very steep, and my entire foot won't even fit on them... and my feet aren't THAT big!  They are covered with carpet, which is a blessing as well as a curse.  It's a blessing because the carpet does give us some purchase and grip, but it's a curse because it's a little slick sometimes.  Like when I haven't vacuumed the stairs in a week (or two) (so sue me, it sucks to vacuum stairs).  On our way down the steps (late for work, of course), I was carrying Hunter, and holding Lena's hand while she walked next to us when my foot slid and went out from under me.  I slid on my butt for about four steps (I think).  As soon as I came to a stop, Lena came tumbling down into my lap, head over ass.  I was able to right her enough for her to sit on the step next to me (Hunter was totally fine in my arms the entire time), and we sat on the step and cried for a minute before moving again.  Once we got to the dining room, I put Hunter in her carseat and picked Lena up to hold her for a minute... she was still a little hysterical and teary, and so was I.  Lena was physically ok, but was still very upset (obviously).  Once she calmed down enough to talk, the first thing she said was "Hunter, OK? Hunter? OK?"  I think it's so sweet that the first thing she was concerned about was her little sister.  How sweet is that?  We are all fine, but it really scared me... I'm trying to be much more careful (and have Lena slide down on her butt).

On a much lighter note, Hunter gave me big belly laughs last night for the first time :)  I love my girls!