Last week, this happened:
Oh my. This is harder than I thought. I'm not in any pain, but I've realized just much I chase Soren around and how often I go up and down stairs in our three-story house. To check on Soren to make sure he's safe, I need to follow him around. A lot. I haven't locked him in a room with me (yet), but I might need a foot-up kind of break pretty soon. I'm fantasizing about watch Bravo propped up on pillows on my bed, but that's not happening with a certain five-year-old in the house.