We Have A Guardian Angel

I must have gotten some decent sleep last night because I felt oh so much better today. T lived through the night and awoke this morning acting chipper and without any evidence of a head bleed. Thank goodness! I can't believe he managed to fall down a six foot tall flight of stairs onto hard tile and not even have a bruise to show for it. We were very lucky and I am thankful. He must have a guardian angel, and whoever she is, she was on top of her game yesterday. In other T news: after a week of chewing on everything in sight the child is finally getting his eighth tooth.

It was warm today but foggy and gray outside, so I didn't venture out until after dinner when I went for my run (which was really more of a walk because I was tired again). Chris took M out to play remote control trucks in the snow, and they must have had a great time because they were out there for almost two hours. I did manage to accomplish one of my goals for the weekend - I cleaned out the entry way closet so that it will be presentable when we put the house on the market. I must have boxed up six boxes worth of shoes, coats, and miscellaneous paraphernalia, and the closet is still half full! Just think how nice my house will look if I can do that in every room and closet in the house. I'm thinking about just giving away everything I box up ahead of time and then I will only have to move what we actually use every day...just don't tell Chris about my plan - he's a bit of a pack rat and hates it when I throw/give stuff away.

This evening I spent quite a while reading all the new books we got for Christmas with the boys. I think the one they liked the best (according to how many times I had to read it) was "Where is Coco Going?" by Sloane Tanen. The other books we read had more interesting stories, but the boys LOVED this one. I don't know if it was the pictures or if it was because the words and story were simple enough that even E was able to read it. Whenever E would have trouble with a word, M was right there to offer his assistance. I think this story time was one of my most enjoyable moments of the entire weekend. Of course, anything beats listening to your nine month old baby fall down the stairs.