I want a padded room in my house. One where I can put Elliot and not have to worry about him falling down. People are going to think I do bad things to my baby with all the bruises he's getting. In 24 hours I think he has fallen about as many times, if not more. The only time he wasn't falling was while he was sleeping.
Since the other night when he pulled up for the first time he hasn't stopped. Anything he can crawl to, he tries to pull up on. Then lets go and tries to stand. This kid is making me crazy. He wants to do everything NOW. There is no adjusting to the "new" thing he's doing, because he moves right on to something else. I really don't need a baby that walks this early. Or else I will need that padded room!
Showing posts with label bumps and bruises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bumps and bruises. Show all posts
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Bumps and Bruises
Now that crawling is in full swing, so are the bumps and bruises. Elliot decided to crawl over the bottom "shelf" part of our coffee table last night, but couldn't quite make it onto it and smashed his face on the edge. I have never heard him cry so hard, I felt horrible.
To top it off, I had twisted my ankle pretty bad while out on our daily walk and it really hurt. My brain said "Run to Elliot" and I did, twisting it again and falling to the floor almost on top of the poor kid.
So he was crying, I was trying not to, and Tony was trying to figure out who to check on first. Elvis just sat there looking at us like we were all fools.
In the end, Tony consoled Elliot, I iced my ankle (which still hurts and is swollen...a trip to the doctor may be in order) and Elvis went to bed.
Aaaaahhh, and it's just the beginning!
To top it off, I had twisted my ankle pretty bad while out on our daily walk and it really hurt. My brain said "Run to Elliot" and I did, twisting it again and falling to the floor almost on top of the poor kid.
So he was crying, I was trying not to, and Tony was trying to figure out who to check on first. Elvis just sat there looking at us like we were all fools.
In the end, Tony consoled Elliot, I iced my ankle (which still hurts and is swollen...a trip to the doctor may be in order) and Elvis went to bed.
Aaaaahhh, and it's just the beginning!
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