Today, you showed Mom that you are not just a lump. I set you down on the bed after changing your diaper and headed into the bathroom to rinse you dipe and toss it in the pail. Next thing I hear is a huge thunk, followed by wailing. You had kicked your way right off the bed. I scooped you up, started bawling along with you, and held you close. Called Laurie and blurted out (without so much as a "hello" or even identifying myself) "I dropped her! I mean, she fell off the bed!" Lucky for me, Laurie figured out who I was and what I was bawling over and reassured me that you were likely OK. Mark showed up soon after and together we checked you over for signs of damage. I feel like the luckiest idiot on the planet.