bad footing
last night paul thought he was sitting on the floor when in reality he was one step up. he turned to take a step and went splat full-length on the floor.
cam said it best: in that moment before he hit the floor, paul "had the hell scared out of him." poor baby, he just started shrieking and wouldn't stop (it was a noisy night for us, can't you tell?) until i sat him down and offered him some comforting milk. cam tried to take him away to read him a story, but paul -- ever mindful of the threat of bedtime -- hollered, "no! watch blue!" then he fell asleep in my arms while i watched american idol on fast-forward. never did get to blue.
kellie didn't really do so well, did she? i guess it was good paul went to sleep.