He DIDN'T drop the baby

But man, was it close...

Tonight Bryan, Penelope, and I had dinner with Dave and Debb (Bryan's Dad and Stepmom who have come all the way out from Wyoming for a visit!). Penny gets fussy and so Bryan goes to change her. There's a series of three steps in order to get out of the area in which we're seated, he misses the last step and... bam! They go down.

On the way to the floor he twists himself so that he's in between her and the floor.

My heart drops.

He rolls up - Penny is screaming, but she seems ok - just scared. I rush over and snatch her away, take the diaper stuff from Bryan and attempt NOT to bawl my eyes out in the middle of the restaurant. I take her to the bathroom and halfway there she's stopped crying and is back to happy-baby. I change her and everything looks ok.

I'm a mess, but pull it together before we get back to the table.

Bryan is alright, but his pants suffered quite the casualty (they ripped). We had to order him new ones.

He felt really terrible, but he did a really good job of protecting her as he fell... his Daddy instincts are exceptional!