Did I ever tell you about the time I was carrying Hattie up the concrete stairs to our hotel room while in FL? I tripped, and as any good mother would do, sacrificed my own body so I could minimize Hattie's potential injury as much as possible. She came out without a scratch while I got a bruise the size of a baseball.
I routinely trip going up stairs. I have no idea what is wrong with my depth perception or why I am so dog-gone clumsy...but this happens to me all the time. I should not be allowed to carry children. :)
This pic doesn't do the purple color justice.
Just know it hurt. ;)