Back on March 20th, sweet Lauren took an unintentional speedy dive out of our back door, a three step drop onto concrete. :0( Such a sad slow motion sight to see, but there was just no stopping it. I was calling for her to come into the kitchen so we could go outside--through the back sliding door, which has a screen. She proceeded to come speeding around the corner from the living room into the kitchen. Then seeing the back door open, she apparently decided she was going to keep runnig and do her "normal" slide screen body check. And seeing her make this decision was like slow motion...I was like a deer in the headlights. No words came out, not noise at all...I just see Lauren barreling towards the back door and thwup-gone! Head first down wooden stairs to the concrete slab and silence...then three seconds later the shrieks began. Oh did she wail, and rightfully so. Her nose took a lickin', as did both her front shins and the palms of her hands. So after some comforting right there on the back stairs, Lauren gets up and goes to the screen and gives it a pat/slap and sharply shouts, "No! Bad! No! Bad!" She took the back door "beat-down" like a champ and was off and playing in the backyard with her toy lawn mower...all with mommy in tow trying to put some neosporin on the gallery of open wounds!
