I was heading out the door this morning, carrying Kaia and all our gear. As I walked down the stairs, I looked at the ice patch on the sidewalk, and said out loud, "It's gonna be a slippery one today." I stepped very cautiously off the last step, and sure enough, I took a big digger. Thankfully, I held onto Kaia and she just landed on my hip. But I landed with my knee and ankle twisted underneath me. Ouch! So there I sit, in a puddle, in pain, Kaia crying out of fear, thinking I cannot get up, cursing Mike for not salting before he left this morning, and wondering how we're going to get back in the house. We managed to scoot up the stairs, peel off our wet pants, and rest for a little on the couch. Now, my knee and ankle hurt. I can walk, but not without quite a limp. I'm pretty sure nothing's broken, probably just sprained or strained or whatever. I'm just resting and icing and appreciating the fact that Kaia can walk and doesn't need to be carried all the time.
Kaia also has a little injury of her own. Yesterday, she fell off her rocking horse. I didn't see it, but today she has a cute little bruise under her eye. It's like a dainty black eye. It hardly shows up in the pictures, but everyone made comments about it this morning. How pathetic are we?
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