Noah had gone to the bathroom and failed to properly latch the gate. He was washing his hands and called out that Dylan was heading to the stairs. I ran around the corner to see him past the gate and perched on the top step. I screamed and went into super-wonder-woman-bionic-adrenaline-overdrive as a leaped across the room. Thankfully it was a short fall and he only went down the first large step. In my mind he rolled down all of them. As I was hugging him and shaking I could hear Noah upstairs saying, "Mom, you were like 'ahhh!'. That was a crazy sound you made." Yes, son. Yes, it was.
Within 20 minutes Dylan managed to give himself his first fat lip by falling on the rail of his rocking horse. He cut the inside top gum line and his lower lip. Blood was everywhere. Every. Where. The child is wild. Thank God he's my second. :)
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