It is entirely possible that I've simply forgotten what the girls were like at nine months. (My memory isn't what it used to be.) But the fact is that I simply do not remember either of them suffering from the sheer number of falls, slips, spills, and bruises that my little boy has endured to date. He seems to be living up to the "boy" persona and is constantly climbing and falling, climbing and falling, climbing and...well, you get the picture.
The stairs seem to be the most attractive venue for his adventures. After many attempts to teach him that the stairs aren't the safest playground he is beginning to catch on. Now he'll crawl to the edge of the stairs, stop, and start yelling at us. However, despite my repeated "no, no, no" warnings, he still goes down from time to time. Here he is expressing his sincere desire to reach the bottom of our stairs:
As much as I am not looking forward to him becoming more mobile, I am starting to get a little anxious to move past this particular phase of infancy. I hate seeing all those little bruises, carpet burns, and scrapes covering his cute little face. Poor kid.
3 comments:
What a familiar scene! Jack's a little more mobile now, does stairs well, but still falls once in a while, he has lots of bruises too. I laugh reading your posts, cause I experienced those things just a few months ago.
Have Curtis come hang out with little Adam. They can have stair races up to the loft and back. Well, maybe not the "back down" yet. LOL
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