This week has been especially rough on Eila's little body. She took several good spills (as did Josiah), but the worst was this morning when she slipped while walking upstairs from the basement and fell most of the way back down. She scraped her knee and her wrist; has two large gashes and bruises on her hip and a decent bump on her forehead. After she stopped crying (very briefly considering her wounds), the first thing she said was "I fell down the stairs, like Nathan." On Wednesday afternoon, Nathan Lee somehow fell down the entire staircase and by God's grace didn't get hurt at all and barely even cried. Maybe, we'll have to put padding up around the house, especially on the staircase.