On Monday we started the week off with a bang...literally! Drew climbed up on the kitchen table and as I was walking over to get him down, he fell off backwards and hit the tile floor. I quickly scooped him up while he screamed. While comforting him we walked upstairs to his room and then he fell asleep in my arms. I tried to wake him and he.would.not.wake.up! I calmly called a friend in the medical field and said to take him to the ER. By the time we got to the ER he was back to himself and I had to chase him around the hospital for two hours. Thankfully, Scott met me there and was a huge help, but these days Drew doesn't want much to do with anyone put me. The doc looked Drew over and said he seemed fine. It was such a scary morning with a great outcome. This one is going to give me gray hair!