Sunday evening I was getting ready to pass Baby Girl off to her daddy for bedtime and she decided to start being stubborn. She sat down on the top step and wouldn't yell for Daddy to come upstairs and tuck her in, so I told her I was just going to go on downstairs. I was standing a couple of steps below her and admonishing her when one foot slipped off the step and down a couple more. I caught myself with the railing but still elicited a response from The Hubby. He came to see if I was okay. I sat down and told him that I was fine--more startled than anything.
Baby Girl then rushed to my aid. She scooted down the steps to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek and kept repeating, "Are you okay, Mommy?" She then started to stroke my hair and tell me that it would be okay. I, of course, started to cry which made her even more concerned. I told her, "I'm just crying because you're so sweet. I'm not hurt."
After a few minutes of cuddling on the steps, The Hubby and she went on upstairs. Apparently, though, she wouldn't fall asleep until she was sure I was okay, so I had to go back up and tell her I was alright.
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