No more monkeys (jumpin' on the bed)
You know how they say babies move fast - you can't turn your head even for a second... well, yeah. they're right.
Elliot juust fell off the bed.
Before you decide I'm neglecting my baby, let me defend myself - I did catch him. We have a normal morning routine that goes like this: Wake up between 7 and 8:30. Have breakfast by 9. Mommy checks email and baby plays in crib til 9:30. Mommy makes the bed. Mommy knits or spins for a while as baby plays in saucer or on floor. Here's the part that got us in trouble. 10:30 Baby and mommy play in bedroom. Baby plays with dangly toy gym while mommy plays with yarn. Well, it seems dangly toys were not as interesting as rolling today, because there he was playing with them, in the CENTER of the bed, I looked down to knit a few stitches, I looked back up, and there he was throwing himself off the side of the bed head first.
Mom mentioned the other day the amazing speed with which she could get to the other side of the room when my brother or I were about to fall off something. I hadn't really had that experience before, but it's a lot like the feeling you have in a car accident when time slows down and you have time to think, clearly, "I can't catch him with needles in my hand or i'll poke his eye out. Best set those aside. Oh, look, there's a basket of clothes there on the floor that the cat has knocked over. Good. That will pad his landing. Oh, but the side of the basket might scrape his head. Better get a hand under him and guide him away from that. Yes, there, that's better. Oops! A little too far - now he's going to hit the hardwood. Better brace him better and get a hand under his head. Yes. That's better. Uh oh, didn't realize he'd roll like that! Now he's going to..."
Clunk.
The baby pauses for dramatic effect.
Blink
Blink
"WWWAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
After a quick assessment I realized he had not a mark on him - no scratches, bumps, or bruises. All things considered he's hit his head harder and cried more falling over from sitting on the floor. I offered him the boob, and he latched on, sucked twice, and grinned. We were sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked over the side and laughed a little, almost as if to say "That was fun! Let's do it again."
Aw, you broke your cherry! Congratulations!