Aren't stairs so fun when you're a kid?
I mean.
Really.
The only time we had stairs when I was growing up is when we lived in Germany.
And it was a spiral staircase.
And we would throw our laundry down the middle.
And send messages to each other.
It was awesome.
However.
They were wooden stairs.
And I had many a bruised bum during the winter.
{From falling down them.}
And now.
My kids appreciated them.
For like two hours straight.
On a day where they were easily agitated.
As was I.
Glory day.
3 comments:
Love these pictures. Oh the joy of childhood!
I know I'm commenting on this kinda late, but I LOVE stairs too! I love your blog b/c it capture the little joys of life, and sliding down the stairs is one of them!
I came home from the store once to find my kids using a sled to go down the stairs. Oh don't worry, every pillow in the HOUSE was at the bottom to safe them from sudden death! Sometimes I pray a few times a day for my kids.
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