Night Moves

My girl has moves.

She does the "Frankie 2 Step" which is kind of a side-to-side move that she will perform to almost any song that comes on, and she also has a move I commonly refer to as the "Fray J Squat." That one is pretty self explanatory.

Until last night I assumed those moves would reign supreme in her dance move arsenol. Until last night I figured she was set until, inevitably, many years from now when she brings said moves to a gay bar dance floor (they play the best dance music) and Nelly Ripa bitch slaps her with a rainbow flag and 3 snaps in a circle. Until last night, those were the best moves she had.

Last night Frankie came up with the move of all moves.

We were having dinner at The Otis' house and this time, instead of me hitting Randy's car--Frankie hit the floor. It all happened very quickly. One minute everyone was laughing and having a good time (including Frankie who now sees fit to laugh at everything everyone else laughs at even though she has no idea what she is laughing at) and then she fell. She fell fast. Real fast. She fell faster than our stock portfolio.

It was one of the scariest moments of my life.

Frankie was in a booster seat hooked up to a chair that was about 4 feet tall. She fell far... and then she hit hard and cried hard. She cried for a long time. I keep replaying her little head hitting the tile over and over again. It's like a bad movie that won't end. Usually FJ has very quick recovery but this time she cried and cried and cried. We held her until she would ask for the other and then we would switch. It was heartbreaking. We were helpless. I held it together until she started throwing up, and then I started crying too. My girl was really hurt and really scared. I was scared too. Everyone was.

Cody, my hero, naturally kept his wits about him. He took control and got us to the hospital. It was the longest ride ever. When we got there, Cody dropped us off at the ER entrance and I could barely communicate to the lady at the reception desk why we were there. I was a mess. While we were waiting, it didn't take long before FJ was walking around saying "Hi--eee" like everything was OK... and that's when I knew that everything would be.

Frankie is fine and acting totally and completely like herself. I have a feeling that won't be our last visit to the Emergency Room but I also hope we don't get VIP cards. I don't think she has any recollection of last night but I really have no idea. She babbles all the time now and though she could be complaining about not getting dessert at the Otis' house, she could just as easily be complaining about how poorly we were treated at the hospital. I guess we'll never know and you know what--that's OK. Everything is OK and I'm just fine with that.