As many times as I tell you, "you can't fly," you do not seem to understand. Tonight, both feet went out from under you and you tumbled, very hard, down the stairs. It is never good when you are silent and you were. Your back is bruised, pretty bad, and the side of your face (behind your ear and on your neck). I don't know what to do about your balance in these situations. I know you don't do it on purpose but you are seriously going to hurt yourself. Additionally, I hate to tell you baby, but it does not look good when you walk around with bruises like this! You start school on Tuesday and will be black and blue, which will go pretty with the black eye that you woke up with two days ago. All we can do for now is tell you, "you can't fly!"
Saturday night we watched Happy Feet with Nancy and Terry. You really liked the movie and you also liked curling up on all of our laps. You rotated between Terry, Nancy, and myself - sitting on our laps having your back or head rubbed. At one point I looked over and wondered if you ever had this opportunity before. Whether it be in your biological home or foster home, if you ever had the opportunity to be loved by more then one person in the room and just feel safe in the arms of another. You were so comfortable and relaxed and it was amazing to see. Your trust in people, no matter your past, is unbelievable.
You are now fast asleep, ice on your head, tylenol in your system. I love you baby, one more day until you start preschool - hopefully tomorrow will be uneventful!
Mom
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