I’m not quite sure what order I should tell this story in, but hopefully it turns out to make some sense!
Our little Logan has become quite the active toddler. He is RUNNING all over the place. And he is now climbing on everything. Not just occasionally, but all.the.time. And he is always quite proud of himself. Observe this latest adventure on the couch…
So Peter and I have really had to come to grips with the fact that we can’t stop him from climbing everything anymore. The coffee table? No, he cannot climb that whenever he wants. But the couch? We have to relax and let him do it. Because he just wants to get on it, which is what we do all the time (Well, we SIT on it…not run, jump, etc. You know, usually.)
Here he is showing off his skills…
Oh, we have to push the coffee table up to the couch because it has drawers that he likes to play in…tonight we kept it pulled away and just steered him away from the doors, so it can’t be used as a stepping stool!
So Saturday when my mom was here seeing this crazy monkey, she asked if he had a really big fall yet. The answer WAS no. He’s tumbled when walking, but nothing major.
Then comes last night…I left class and got a voicemail that said, “I think I broke our son.” UH…slightly anxiety prone mother has some minor hyperventilating issues for a few minutes. Then Peter reports that Logan fell off the couch. When Peter was standing right there. He just moved too fast! And he hit the table a bit, but then just the carpet underneath. No cuts, no bumps, but yes, tears.
Oh, Logan…you scared your daddy to death! But he was perfectly fine, reading to Peter, babbling, drinking his milk before bedtime with no problems. And happy as a clam this morning.
So we’ve gotten the first fall out of the way. I’m thinking it’s just the first of MANY more to come! I know they won’t all have the same easy ending, but hey, it’s an adventure, right?
I may secretly be glad I didn’t have to witness the first one…my little bitty baby, falling? Oh, the horror! ;)