Yesterday C suffered his first blood inducing accident. He is really crawling these days, starting to explore the corners of the apartment where he hadn't up til now reached. I've had to put away the cleaning chemicals but the bins in the bathrooms are a source of constant joy for him. I'm having to get smarter to keep up with him (well, at least I have to keep the bathroom doors closed).
When C reaches a shelf, chair or side table he is up on his feet, looking around grinning, "check me out!", like the cat that got the cream. Tudo feliz. He has also learnt to sit back down, onto his padded bottom. Yesterday he was up, then too quickly down, catching his top lip on his newly erupted teeth.
I knew he was hurt because his cry was different from usual. And then the blood. I will have to toughen up, he is an adventurous kid and will be bumping and bruising his way through childhood. We mopped him up, checked his little teeth were still intact and distracted him til he forgot. And he forgot, five minutes later back up on the furniture beaming to everyone. Cat with the cream.
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