I snapped a couple funny photos of him yesterday which I had planned to post last night. Well, that was before my little man decided to jettison himself out of his crib -- head first -- onto the floor.
I heard a (scary loud!) thump and as I am running toward the nursery, (I was not laying in bed leisurely reading and eating hummus and pita chips. Of course not.) I see his door open and he comes toddling out holding his forehead. I maintained my composure.
(read: I was completely freaking out...quietly)
Might I mention at this point that I pulled the very same stunt at the tender age of 12 months....and weighing a mere 16 lbs?
So, today, my little man, we are off to buy you a crib tent. It's going to be a we're-camping-out-every-night kinda deal. You're going to love it.
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Back to our originally scheduled program:
Hmmm. I think I'll sharpen a pen. Even though there is a pencil sitting right here.
Yes! I hear the motor making a very weird (fantastic!) noise.
Hi Mom. What? I'm just hanging out....not sharpening a thing. I'm just sitting here on top of the desk. And I'm not even messing with your computer. I know you don't like that.
