Let me set the scene for you...I needed to go down to the basement to start the load of diapers for Taft since he was almost out. I bring him down with me most of the time because he loves being down there. He lays on the counter on his car seat warm sack and hangs out with his bird. Totally great set up while mom does laundry!
Oh wonderful! Look at that hard, unforgiving concrete! Note: that is not blood from my sons head just a terrible paint job from the previous owners.
So as I am looking at him roll I don't even think I just slide tackle onto the ground...it was for all intense purposes a total James Bond move. As I am James Bonding it across the laundry room floor I realize I am screaming "Oh my gosh Taft!!" I get there just in time to slide my arm under his head and protect his small soft skull from smashing on the floor ( I realize I am being a little dramatice but this scene is burned into my mind!) I look at him and his flashes me a smile and then realizes that not only did I scare him to death from yelling but he was also free falling from his comfy oh so secure haven...Panic sets in and he crys one of those crys where he forgets to take a breath. We snuggle for the next 5 min as mommy says over and over...I am so sorry I will never do that again and checks for any broken bones or skull franctures. And then we recover. All is good and my little guy is back to his cheerful self. Meanwhile I am still shaking and telling myself "you knew better!!!!" We now have a little set up on the floor that is much safer for when we are down there doing laundry together : )