Falling Head over Heels...Literally

Yesterday was Michaels first big fall. I thought for sure I could make it through the first year of motherhood without any falls. I don't know who I was trying to fool but it most certainly didn't work. I was right there too but my super fast cat-like reflexes failed me as I watched in slow motion, my beautiful baby fall off of the twin bed in his nursery. Luckily, it was only about a foot and a half and I caught the legs as they tumbled over his head. Now I think we will only play with toys in our crib and not where adults are, because we adults are not vigilant enough to stop a 7 month old from lunging after a toy. We are too busy folding clothes and talking. Anyways, I am sure I am more traumatized than he is. He has cried longer when I have just put him down for a nap. No bump, no bruises...On him, but there is most certainly a bruise on my heart and my memory. Just kidding...Not really. Maybe I will recover soon...signing off from the dungeon. Have a fabulous day!