The Time I Fell With a Baby.

Let me just go ahead and say that the Baby and I are okay. We were completely unharmed, I was just completely embarrassed. I was babysitting 3 little ones, Skylar (7), Londyn (5), and Lincoln (1). We decided to go down to the neighborhood pool and swim to cool down. I had forgotten my swimsuit at my grandma's house the past weekend and I couldn't find my other one so I didn't get to bring a swimsuit to their house, so I was in a casual black dress. We got to the pool, Skylar and Londyn headed straight for the slide. Lincoln did the same, only this was not okay because it was 5 ft deep at the end and I'm without a suit. I went to run after him but he had already reached the stairs to the slide. I climbed the stairs to grab him but he was not having it. He screamed and cried; threw his head back. All the while I'm trying to avoid a meltdown I know is already approaching. I pick him up and as I head down the stairs my foot completely slips on the wet step. I, ever so gracefully, fall down, every. single. step... with a child! I instinctively hover over him to protect him in all his tininess. He was okay, I was okay, but I was soooo embarrassed! I still don't know how the people at the pool suppressed their laughter. There weren't that many people there, maybe 8 or 9 at the most. Meanwhile, I'm sopping wet from Lincoln's swimsuit. It was just a big, ugly mess. It wasn't at all funny then, but I look back on it and I crack up! I wish it was on video! It would never get old. Ever. So that is the story of the time I fell with a baby. I hope you enjoyed.