We Call Him "The Crusher"

Tonight something happened that could have easily turned tragic, yet fortunately ended up humorous. Let me set the scene: we just got home from picking up Jacob at the Trax station, we dump the diaper bag, the laptop bag, the carseat and the groceries in their respective homes. Some of the groceries didn't fit on the table, so we put them on the floor until we had time to put them away. We're laughing and talking about our days, Eisley's squeaking happily as daddy gets her out of her carseat, and all is well.

Then, my ever-graceful husband, tries to stand up and walk from the couch to the dining room table. Big mistake. He does not notice his laptop bag propped carelessly against the foot of the couch, with its dangerous strap creeping into his path like a snake ready to pounce. It catches his foot in its grasp, and he starts to wobble. I see panic on his face as he tries to steady himself and keep from falling. Then I see defeat in his eyes as he trips and, holding as tightly as he can to our baby, he falls forward, straight onto the bags of groceries. The canned goods, to be precise. I was forced to watch and in those seconds wonder what I'd do if Eisley's head struck the corner of the table that was only inches from her as she fell with her dad.

Oddly enough, I didn't have to do anything. Somehow, Jacob kept her upright in his arm and caught himself on his elbow, keeping her safe from harm. The same can not be said for the chili can he landed on. See what I mean?

Eisley didn't seem to notice that she was in perilous danger. She didn't so much as breathe in sharply, so after making sure Jacob was okay (he has a slight cut on his knee, but we couldn't get a good picture of it) I held her close and rocked her in case she was scared, but not showing it.

Then I smelled something that affirmed to me, she had, in fact been scared. The fall had quite literally (and pardon the expression) scared the poop out of her. I should've made dad change the diaper that was a direct result of his clumsiness, but it wasn't his fault and no one was hurt, so instead we laughed and thanked our lucky stars nothing worse had happened. Just another night at the Kinney household. At least he didn't fall down the stairs...again.

Here are more shots of the damage: