3 minutes before we loaded Hugh into the car for church, IT happened. "It" being his first (and hopefully last) fall from our bed. He hit hard and fast. It was loud and scary. I don't know if he or I cried more. All through church he had a red mark on his forehead. And the strangest part of it all was that it was his best behaved day,EVER, through church. I've decided I'll take a naughty church goer and a safe head. It was awful.
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How ironic! His little bump must have mellowed him out a little. :)
Ann-Marie, I'm about to share personal bad mother information with you in attempt to ease our pain. Jens fell off the changing table once and it was awful. Kale has fallen out of his car seat, off the couch and off my bed! I suppose that makes me a bad mother for not being more careful! Good thing kids are so resiliant.
Poor kid. And poor mommy. Those things are always more traumatizing for us, I swear.
I just saw all of your cute pictures with Merrie in town! She is such a wonderful woman! It looks like you guys had a great time...there is really nothing like a good Grandma. Your hair is so long and beautiful...I love it!
Trust me....it won't be the last!! Before you know he will be lightning fast and stealthily quiet...
I think every child has fallen off of something. Don't worry about it.
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