There's a first time for everything.

Let me preface this entry by admitting that I could qualify for The World's Most Clumsy award. My mom will probably never quit teasing me about the time I used my body as a giant ping-pong ball and ping-ponged myself against one of our doorways. I hit one wall, the opposite and then maybe even the first wall again before I landed in a heap by the piano.

Yeahhhh, so I am a klutz, okay? But this accident wasn't completely due to my clumsiness it was also due to a little bout of idiocy. Our whole house has wood floors (bar the bathrooms and shower room) and I know the stairs are extra slick. I know that walking down the stairs in socks can be potentially dangerous.

Evelyn and I were upstairs doing who-knows-what; I had her in the Moby and my new slippers from Old Navy were keeping my tootsies warm. I made it down the first set of stairs before the arc that is in the middle by stepping carefully and holding onto the railing.

Let me interrupt the fluidity of this story by saying that my awesome, new, on-sale (!!) slippers do not have non-skid bottoms. Nosirree, they are just glorified, fuzzy socks with a cable-knit pattern on top.

So we've rounded the arc and even make it down the first stair or two before my (insert swearword here) slippers cause me to slip. I fall backwards (thank God) and thump-thump-thump down to the very bottom.

The ache in my leg, hip, an bum didn't register as quickly as I expected as I was too busy thinking, "(swearword) I just fell down the stairs while carrying our baby. (swearword)." Once we were on solid ground, Evelyn started crying. Poor baby, I scared the pants right off her.

I am so very glad to say that Evelyn is okay. I am okay too...I am not sure where those slippers went to, though. I did something with them in a fit of rage though I know they are somewhere around the house.

The bruise I got from the ordeal is pretty sweet. I don't know, I have this weird thing where bruises make me feel tough. Whenever I go by the bathroom mirror I try to sneak a peek at the thigh portion to see how it's progressing. I ask Dan how it looks, excited for him to be like, "Whoaaaaa, that looks cool!" but the only response I ever get is, "That looks disgusting." Hm, thanks - not what I was going for but the honesty counts.

I would take a picture of the thigh section of the bruise but it would be strange to attempt to take a photo of the back portion of my leg. And then to share it with the blogosphere...that's a little too much. TMI. It is pretty ginormous, just take my word for it.

So last week was Evelyn's first time down a slide. Granted it wasn't a smooth ride on a hot, rickety metal piece at the playground but it was a slide ride nonetheless. There's a first and a last time for everything; last week better be both the first and last bumpy, scary ride down the stairs she receives courtesy of yours truly. Ugh.

I wish I could put her in a bubble while I transport her around. Sort of like the giant bubble she was in for the 9+ months before she was born. Except maybe transparent...a safety bubble nonetheless. If anyone invents one, I'llbe your first customer. Seriously.