I had planned on this being an entirely light hearted blog entry about how adorable Fraser has been recently. For example, the other day I read him a story before his nap and then we lay down on the full size mattress on the floor which currently serves as his bed. He has this stuffed Winnie the Pooh which I keep on his bed for him but which he has never shown any interest in. So, I'm lying there with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep as I wait for him to wind down, and I peak out one eye to see what he is doing. He's lying with his back to me but I can see that he has both arms wrapped tightly around Pooh and he is rocking pooh side to side. I think "Oh my god, how adorable! He's trying to put Pooh to sleep! This must be a sign that Fraser really is ready to have a little brother and the arrival of the new baby will not traumatize him in any way!" Just as I get done congratulating myself on having raised such a perceptive and empathetic child, Fraser rolls over onto his back so that I can see his face and I realize that he actually has Pooh's entire snout in his mouth and is rocking back and forth as he bites down and tries to rip the poor bear's nose off. Mental note: do not leave Fraser alone with new baby under any circumstances.

And then there is the fact that Fraser has suddenly developed a new kind of dancing. He used to keep both feet on the floor and bend his knees to sort of bop up and down to the music. Now he has apparently decided that it is much more effective to just stamp one foot repeatedly, sort of like he's leading a hoedown. I've tried to convince him to go back to bouncing, since it was so adorable, but he just gives me a look like "Please mom, that is so last month."

Finally, Fraser is currently completely obsessed with the phone. He loves to pretend to talk on the real phone, his play phones, or anything that he can pretend is a phone (a truck, the cats tail, the remote). Check out the video below and you can see him in all his phone-glory.

Now I say I "had planned" since I started thinking I should post a new entry on Saturday, which was a fun if not particularly eventful day in the McBeth household (though Fraser and I did pick up a double stroller at a yard sale for ten bucks which I thought was pretty damn exciting). And then came Sunday. The first traumatic event of Sunday occurred when Fraser took another digger on the barn ramp and scraped his nose and cheek. This however, was completely minor compared to the second, very traumatizing event. Fraser fell down the stairs. Yes, all the way down. From the very top to the very very very bottom. He is fine, the picture and video above were taken today and you can see he harbors no lasting scars from the event. I'm not sure the same can be said for his parents.

The entire disaster was 100% my fault, which is extremely upsetting in its own right. Andy and I were doing some work moving furniture and whatnot around on the second floor, and Fraser was hanging out with us riding the tractor you can see pictured. I ran downstairs to grab the swiffer and the box of moist swiffers, and when I came back up Andy was carrying the glider out the nursery. He asked me to hold the door, so I closed the baby gate behind me, but didn't check to see if it was totally latched. I held the door for Andy, walked into the nursery and put the swiffer down, and turned to walk into the hallway just in time to see Fraser, and his tractor, start to tip sideways off the top step. I ran out to him, but he was already well on his way down the stairs. Luckily he slid most of the way on his side and then, when he finally decided that hanging on to the tractor wasn't going to help, the rest of the way on his back. The only visible injuries he sustained were from when he hit the gate at the bottom of the stairs, which gave him a bruise on the forehead and two scratches on the top of his head.

He cried, obviously, and was very upset for about 5 minutes while I tried to comfort him and Andy and I looked at each other like "What the hell do we do now?" And then Fraser decided he was fine, climbed off my lap, and went to retrieve his book "The Wheels on the Bus" from the bookcase. He then got back on my lap and danced along while I sang the song. Needless to say I watch him with part awe (that he can possibly be so resilient) and part terror (what if he has an unseen brain injury and goes into a seizure at any moment) for the rest of the day. Luckily, he isn't showing any wariness or concern over the stairs so far, which is again, more than can be said for his mother who is seriously considering starting to scan the real estate section for single story homes with no basements. Later in the afternoon Fraser was plowed over by Dharma in the barn and landed smack on the back of his head on the concrete floor. It was a tough day.

With any luck that will be the most excitement we have to report for quite awhile.