Picture this:

At the beach this evening, we went to a part of the beach that had a lagoon area (it never had before?) and right before where we put our stuff, there was like a 3 foot drop, with 3 feet of water. I saw it, and thought, I won't be able to look away for a second.

I finally sat down, Landen was making castles with Grandpa, and he stopped for a moment to help Matt with the kite, I turned and Landen is a foot or so away from the ledge, you've never seen a preggo get up and run that fast. The whole way I was running up hill, thru the sand, trying to grab Landen before he fell. He stopped to look at me as I called after him. And I fell, hard, my leg is all bruised, right in front of him. At that moment I was embarrassed, angry, scared, relieved and shed a few tears. It was scary to picture him falling in the water like that.

It was probably quite a sight, as I barely ran/remained upright, trying to make it to him.

Anyway, we are all ok. :) (Although my groin is pulled, and my leg bruised, I should be able to walk tomorrow.)