This is not a week worth blogging about so far, outside of yesterday. As I was helping my son take the boys out to the car at the end of the day I misstepped and caught my toe on one of the porch steps, loaded down with Cooper in one arm and the big backpack/diaper bag on the other. I knew I was going down so I tossed the bag off to the side, then tossed Cooper a few feet out of the way just as I was hitting ground. He ended up tumbling over totally unharmed but screaming bloody murder. Me...well, I managed to hit the ground and roll so I was unharmed too outside of some very sore hip muscles on the right side. And bruised dignity. But I was able to get right up. At 56 I'd say that's not too shabby...pays to be in good health and physically fit, I'd say. The muscles? Nothing that some Advil can't take care of.