That's gonna leave a mark...

I was in the middle of writing a silly pointless post with random stuff in it when I heard thump-thud-thump-thud-thud-THUD. And I ran. Somebody had just fallen down the stairs (the wooden stairs down to the basement). I found Isaiah at the top of the stairs, Naomi at the bottom, and Asher in a heap on the bottom step. Blood was already visible around his mouth from the top of the stairs. I ran down so fast that my slippers went flying, scooped him up and took him to the kitchen where I sat him on the counter for a better look around. His mouth was bleeding pretty badly, but it only took me a minute to see that it was just a split lip. Whew. Then I went on to asses what else might be hurt. Nothing. He was shaken (literally shaking actually) but OK. Drama past. Whew.

Dinner plans took an abrupt turn since I had been mid-making soup. Soup just didn't seem like the right thing for a fatter-by-the-minute split lip. So dinner became smoothies and soup. An odd combination, but the kids loved it.

We're icing and babying. He's still a little visibly shaken and talking in a quiet, subdued voice. He must be bruised and hurting in other places, but I think he's mostly just a little scared still.

I know this isn't any big, remember-this-for-years and re-tell-the-story-at-reunions type of event. It really could have been so much worse! But it was a scary little event and since I was mid-boring-post when it happened, it only seemed right to share (and make it a good story while I was at it).

This pic isn't even as bad as it got. As he was heading to bed it had gotten much redder and fatter. Poor guy. I gave him some Tylenol before he went to bed and I'm trying to continue to feel sympathy for him despite the fact that he is now "in bed" but really torturing Isaiah in some way that has Isaiah screaming bloody murder. I figure he must be feeling a bit better if he's up to torturing Isaiah.