Crawlin' and Crashin'

As I mentioned in a previous post, Callum started crawling about 2 days before I got home from my trip to the U.S. Since then, he's really started getting about everywhere, and he's so proud of himself. At first, he did a rocking motion before getting going. He still manages to get about halfway to his destination, and then decides to flail around on his stomach. This is like his father on the beach , or when his father is trying to get up out of the reclined couch seat. Unlike his father, he soon shoots off again.

His new adventures caused some heartaches today. I took Ethan to see Cars, which we both enjoyed, and when we came back home Callum had a nice new shiner on his forehead. "What happened?" I asked, only to be then told the story of the main bruise. We normally have Callum sleep in our bed with us, and during the day, we put him down there. That's now going to have to stop. He was on our bed this morning, and once he woke up, he decided it would be fun to crawl over to the edge of the bed. Of course, he fell off, and he managed to fall so the top of his head clipped the side table as he went over.

That's the main mark you can see here, just under the edge of his beanie. Not to be outdone by merely falling off the bed, he also managed to pull my guitar onto his skull after crawling up and strumming a few bars. I think he was trying to play Smoke on the Water, which is the first riff most of us learn. The final buffo came from pulling a scooter onto his noggin whilst outside, from trying to crawl up onto one of the wheels. As you can see, he doesn't seem to be suffering any ill effects. I love how kids are remarkably resilient!

Ciao for Now, Chasing Baby Angry Dad.