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Baby down

So it finally happened. It was inevitable, but the Gremlin finally fell down the stairs. Fell is an overstatement. She summersaulted down the stairs. We were walking to the car and she was looking at something on the step below her and before I could tell her to step down rather than reach down, she went ass over tea kettle and rolled down the rest of the stairs.

I screamed, of course, and when she landed on the landing on her butt she started to cry. But the first thing she said was..."babbbbbbbbby!" She was carrying her baby and obviously dropped her. She was very concerned that her baby was hurt.

Sweetie, I know the feeling.

Everyone was fine. But now every time we walk down the stairs and get to the landing she has to point and say "Baby down, baby down." She is very much into tell you about past events...over and over and over again.

She is very into mothering right now and always wants to do something for her baby. The other day she put her baby into the Bjorn and carried her around the house saying, "Baby bag, baby bag." Monkey see, monkey do.

Speaking of babies, 2.0 has two tiny teeth now. I can't believe how fast he is growing up. We had to buy him a crib last weekend because he had outgrown the cradle, quit literally. And he isn't even 4 months old yet!




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  1. AbbyJuly 13, 2012 at 7:10 AM

    Wow! 2 teeth already. That's crazy. Nolan looks just like Maddy in that first pic.

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  2. TristanJuly 13, 2012 at 7:24 AM

    the last picture is the best! It looks like they're at a rock concert :)

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    1. sarrahjaneJuly 13, 2012 at 10:34 AM

      Tristan, that was all Maddy. She put Nolan's "gachke" on him and then asked me to put hers on her. And sat and posed for the photo. She even ran to find Mark so he could see them with their "gachke"s

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