Foreshadowing?

The other day, Jacob took his Winnie the Pooh ride-on airplane and threw it down our basement steps. Jeremy said to me, "You just wait, next time it goes down the stairs, he'll be riding it!" After enlightening me with that little pearl of wisdom, Jeremy went on to tell me of his escapades sliding down the stairs in a laundry basket. I came home to see this picture. I know Jacob's a boy and I know he's gonna do some dumb stuff that I, for the life of me will never comprehend but - that's just plain crazy talk!

Now, there were six of us growing up in that big, old, green house in Manistee. I know I went down those creaky, shiny, wooden stairs head first, feet first, on my back, on my face, and with my head in a hamper of someone else's dirty laundry (thanks Val). My sister Karen was giving me a piggy back ride once and we broke one of the steps, it's still broken to this day - I fell on it in again in high school and gashed my knee open on one of the square nails. It's been a long time since I've fallen down those stairs in my mother's house but, I still remember that pain you get in your butt, the one where you aren't quite sure if you're laughing or crying. Why in the hell, would you want to go down the stairs in a freaking laundry basket?

I also talked to Amber yesterday. Jacob and I were supposed to go and visit with her. She called to cancel our visit. She had fallen down the stairs at her house. She has a 50 lb. pumpkin on her porch from Halloween, and it's rotting - she can't move it. She slipped in the goo, skipped the stairs and landed in the driveway. She spent Thanksgiving in the hospital on the Labor and Delivery floor, hooked up to the fetal monitors. She had some blood in her urine which has cleared up. They did an ultrasound on the baby and she's just fine. They discharged them and Amber's very sore and very tired but, she is okay. We're going to try again next weekend. She's supposed to have that baby real, real soon.