


Luke Fisher.........Football player?!


Yesterday at about 1:15pm I pushed the pager for the phone and realized I had left it down stairs on the washer. Olea was following me around, of course, so I picked her up and headed down stairs. I took two steps and suddenly realized I was going to fall down the hard, hard, steep stairs with my baby! so instead of falling naturally, I leaned back so I wouldn't squish my baby, and I fell HARD on my bum and left elbow. I hit so HARD that Olea flew out of my arm and landed two steps down onto the floor. she hit her cheek and was crying so I had no time to deal with the pain, but pick her up and comfort her then try to climb back up those dang stairs. Then, I called Ben and said, in my cracked voice...I just fell down the stairs and....oh no... I think I am going to pass out! then hung up, and almost did, within two minutes Ben had run all the way home from his studio, (because I had his car) wasn't that so sweet?! 1:29pm I hear a knock and it is time for me to go take some photos of these adorable kids I had been anticipating! They were so fun I almost forgot the extreme pain I was in! Today, I am a mess and can barely move, gees why am I so clumsy?