And the Worst Mother Award Goes to....Me

So...the screen/glass door on the side of our house does not completely close on its own- it has to be pulled or pushed shut. (Adam has fixed it many times but what we really need is a whole new door and frame.) I have been thinking the last few days, as Andrew makes his way all over the house holding onto walls, that this is going to be a problem. Well today it was. Danny ran outside to see one of our neighbors who was out front of our house. I peaked out the front door to say hi and I hear Andrew cry. I go inside and I see him out the side door on the concrete steps. I reach to get him and grab his leg just as he starts to tumble face first down the steps. His face looks bad but I am so happy it is just a bumped up face. If I had been even 1 second later he would have fallen down all the steps and been very seriously hurt. God truly kept him safe. Andrew cries a lot as he moves around the house- when he gets stuck or can't get up, and I do not always run to get him- sometimes I try to let him figure it out on his own. This time I ran right away. I also didn't know exactly where he was but for some reason I went straight for the door. I barely caught him, as you can see by his face, so I am not kidding when I say if it had been even 1 more second I would have been too late. AHHHHH!! I was shook up but I am thankful that it all was ok. Poor kid...