You know how I said that 2009 was going to be the year of baby bumps and bruises? I’ve got that one in the bag already. Sam has fallen and hit his body (head, mostly) on so many hard objects lately that I can’t count them anymore. (Oh, and I’ve learned that the more tired he is, the more he falls. Seems rather elementary, but this parenting thing has a bit of a learning curve. 🙂 ) “Be more diligent in watching him,” you may say. Yes, that’s true, there are times when I should have been right there with him to help. But for the most part, these falls are during activities that he has mastered. For example, he is a pro at pulling himself up to his feet on the coffee table. We even got those foamy corner covers, because his preference is to stand up using the corners as leverage. He can pull himself up and stand there forever, bouncing and grabbing stuff off the table. But yesterday, he was on his hands and knees (another pro-level skill) and just fell over. Into the coffee table shelf. Face first. Oh, did he scream. He has a very nice scrape on his left cheek as his prize. Maybe this is naive, but I don’t think I should have been right down on the floor with him while he’s crawling. He’s a master crawler! (It’s not like I was letting him try to crawl up the stairs by himself.) I think I just need to suck it up and realize that he’s going to bump and scrape himself once in a while.
In the mean time, a snuggle and a distraction goes a long way with a wailing baby.
One Fish, Two Fish 
If you can recall my childhood injuries/disasters: falling down the stairs in the walker, breaking my leg in the tree house, knocking my over-sized noggin on… everything, getting swarmed by bees, etc. It should make you feel better about a face-plant into the coffee table. If he starts doing drugs at 8 months, then you should start worrying. God knows I can’t stand a baby druggy.
And of course, you haven’t left him at Wilderness Walk, yet!
You guys both made me LOL out loud. 🙂 I’ll get over myself now, thanks.