I'd messed up the bath water, it was cold, I hadn't turned on the immersion properly, and that sort of threw me off - I left the baby in my daughter's room and didn't really register when he'd crawled over to the door and was playing with a bag of clothes just outside. He's only just started crawling and I'm not quite used to it yet.
A minute later I looked out to see him at the top of the stairs, reaching down - I jumped for his foot but just missed him as he tumbled onto his face and then rolled over and over in front of me, landing with a bump at the bottom. It was so fast!
Here we go. My daughter never did that!
Luckily our stairs is split in two, so it wasn't that far. Still horrible, the way I could see it all unfolding, but was powerless to stop it. He only cried for a couple minutes, I think he's ok, just a little tender. Rescue remedy all round - he seemed to savour the brandy thoughtfully.
I meant to say, on the 24th of April it was his 9 month birthday. At breakfast he was sitting in his high chair and did a protracted fart - he looked up at me with delighted amusement, and broke up laughing. Yep, he's a boy alright...