My poor babe

We have had some bad lucky in our house lately. Last week, Porgie fell down our front steps. It happened so quickly - she was babbling on and on about her snacks, and she walked right off the first step without realizing it. She tumbled down the three steps and landed flat on her back. She scraped an elbow and a knee, but came away relatively unscathed. She only whimpered and whined for a few moments. Today we didn't get off quite as a easy.

Shortly after John got home from work, he went outside to talk to one of our neighbors. Izzy was happily scooting around the livingroom. He was lingering near the door, looking for daddy. When John began walking up the front steps, Izzy scooted toward the front door to meet him. As John opened the door, Izzy lunged forward. He did a face plant on the front stoop. I heard the sickening thud as his face slammed the concrete. And then I heard the screams. The blood curdling screams. My baby boy was frantic. It was so sad. I felt horrible for letting my little guy fall into harm's way.

After some rocking and hugging and kissing, Izzy calmed down. He has a bump on his forehead, a scrape on his temple, and a possible black eye. But despite his injuries, he was all smiles tonight...