Being the good mom I am, I turned around the corner (for just a second) to return Eme's hairstuff to a drawer and our cute little Eastie fell down the stairs. As Eme recounts it "Mommy, he did a lot of summersalts down the stairs" and of course bless her heart she just watched in silent horror. Easton was screaming bloody murder and I found him in a crumpled mess against the gate on our stairs. To say the least he acquired a few rug burns. Thank goodness we have carpet on our stairs and a gate at the bottom or he might have landed hard on the tile below. Eastie thinks he is a big boy and still hasn't learned that he isn't big enough yet to walk down the steps on his own with assistance. This fall still didn't teach him to not walk down the stairs, because later in the day he was again attempting the same accrobatic maneuver. Boys will be boys!
