Last night Mia fell. I was at a friend's house and I thought ... I don't know what I thought. I thought she was in the kitchen, playing with her friend. My friend thought she was in the living room with me as I spoke to my mom on my cell phone. And Mia was trying on stairs for the first time. The verdict? Great at climbing up. Not so at the down.
And so bruised face, bruised mommy. She's doing fine. I, on the other hand, feel terrible. I know this is another rite of passage. But it just ain't right.
