We had an interesting 'Night before Christmas'. It was somewhat like the book tells it. "It was the night before Christmas....not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...The children were nestled all snug in their bed, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads." We went to bed with everything calm and quiet and then in the middle of the night I was awake feeding Canyon and heard Emerson coming out of his room. "When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter." (So it was actually the landing upstairs instead of the lawn.) Emerson started heading for the stairs and I got nervous that he might fall down them so I woke Stephen up. He was not fully awake. And only recognized my nervousness and then saw Emerson near the stairs. So he jumped out of our bed and raced to get Emerson before anything happened. On his was out of our room he ran into the wall. (He says that it jumped out in his way...but either way he hit it hard.) Frustrated at the wall (remember he's not completely awake) he kicked the wall as hard as he could. He must have kicked it pretty hard because the impact knocked him clear off his feet and sliding right towards Emerson and the stairs. Emerson was fine and safe but we can't say the same for Stephen's foot. Pretty sure at least one of his toes is broken. Most of the remainder of the night, instead of "sugar plums" dancing around in Stephen's head it was immense amounts of pain and nausea. The pictures don't do it justice, but you get the idea.
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