Not content to simply crawl, Luke now wants to be standing up as much as possible. Slight issue......... he has the attention span of a flea. One of his latest most ghastly tricks it to crawl over to anything taller than his head (which is most things), pull up to standing, then promptly get distracted by either the dog, a noise, a breath of air, WHATEVER, and crash dramatically to the ground. Sometimes this creates the lovely spectacle of the "Double Bang" whereby first his face crashes into whatever he was holding on to, then the back of his head hits the floor.
As a mother I have two distinctly different, yet equally insane reactions.
One is to immediately get him fitted for a plastic bubble, insert him in it, and then reintroduce him to the world at large in another 6 months or so. Maybe 6 years.
The other is to play the "don't look directly at him and talk in an overly enthusiastic scarily high pitched happy voice" game when he falls down, hoping that he simply keeps on keeping on, picks himself up and climbs yet again..... and doesn't fall victim to the 'cry over everything because you have a hovering overprotective mother who treasures your beautiful still-scar-free-unmangled face' syndrome so common amongst children.
Drat. The little critter is crying. Must go. He will be standing in his crib looking for me. Ah. That reminds me that I have a little story to tell about the "lowering the crib mattress" debacle. I will do my best to delete the worst of the obscenities from the story as I know all of Luke's Grandparents read this.
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