So what's up with Eli's fat lip and black eye?
Well, amongst all of the excitement and festivities, Mr. Eli took a
ride on the "Ollie" down G & G's steps. You know, that yellow duck toy with wheels that we all had as toddlers long ago?
It was an
overwhelmingly scary few minutes, but we were SO lucky.
I was in the dining room and there was the normal calm chaos that happens with 13 people in the house. When suddenly I heard a thunk and some cries in the kitchen, followed by another thunk and crying. I sprinted from my chair knowing that someone had fallen down the stairs and if anyone was going to do it, it would be Eli.
I got to the top of the stairs in time to see him on all fours at the bottom of the stairs, screaming and the Ollie on it's side a few steps away. I ran down, freaked out about what I might find. His mouth was really bloody, but he had all of his teeth. I scooped him up (which in hindsight I shouldn't have done) and ran him to the tub, since blood was starting to pour out. After several washcloths and wet paper towels we were able to stop the bleeding. We stripped him down and checked out his whole body. He has just two bruises on his legs and a scratch near his eye, which is the slightest bit purple.
We did take a trip to the ER, just to be certain and he checked out fine. Needless to say, we were all a little shaken by the whole event. Everyone had been so diligent to be sure that the door to the basement was closed, but somehow Eli got out there with the Ollie and made his way down those stairs. 13 wood stairs with a cement floor and wall at the bottom. Oh my, we were SO lucky!!