Last evening, just after I came outside to sit next to Leah on the porch and as I munched on a large piece of raw cauliflower, Emmett toppled down the cement steps to the front sidewalk. There are only four steps, but it appears that he managed to catch most of his weight on his upper lip. It was scary to see him disappear from view like that, but after some ice, nursing, and a popsicle, he was almost good as new by bedtime. Our poor little guy.
