In Which Kanga Hangs On Tight

This morning, after changing J's diaper and singing her the Good Morning song, we traipsed on down the steps to the living room.

Except that Ampersand had other ideas.

She darted in front of me as I raised my foot, and I ended up sliding down our seven steps. Even as it happened, my mind slow-motioned into what to do: I simultaneously raised up J and held her tight to me, while my rear, elbow and neck took the brunt of the fall. After a brief cry, J was none the worse for wear.

Can't say the same for me...had to skip Pilates, and my neck doesn't turn quite right. But there was never any question that I would hang on to J, come hell or high water.