Mother of the year?

At least I made it to February this year before kissing mother of the year goodbye! Today Dayton took his first tumble down the stairs. No big deal, right? Doesn't warrant losing mother of the year status, right? Wrong. I have no idea how it happened. I didn't see it. He just woke up from his nap and I went up to get him with Carson in tow (who was crying because he was hungry). We get to the top of the stairs and Dayton wants up ... no can do kiddo ... I need to get you a snack and get your brother fed. So I proceed to go downstairs (leaving Dayton at the top), into the kitchen to get Dayton his sippy cup. That's when I hear the tumble. By the time I got there, he was finishing up a roll landing on the second step. A mixed look of surprise and terror on his face at which point he starts crying. I think he must have just log-rolled down them because I made it to see the end part and he didn't cry very long. I guess I had a little bit too much trust in the little man! Oh well, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger :-). And if you know us ... "rub some dirt on it".