And they all fall down

Thomas fell victim to his first encounter of the klutzy mom kind. In my defense, there was a very large brown lab and three inch heels involved. Since we had literally just made an appointment at the doctor to have his ears checked AGAIN, we packed up the car and drove on in. The nurse tried to comfort me by telling me that if I was going to fall with my child and let him hit his head on the baseboard, I let him hit in the thickest part of the skull... Oh so comforting...


Here's the damage. The picture doesn't do it justice. However, the 6 month pictures we had scheduled for last Saturday morning do. The photographer was so kind to mention, "That's quite a big bump there. We'll just take pictures from the other side..."
Oh, and if you think it doesn't look that bad, Brent (of the Natalie variety) asked as soon as we sat down to dinner in a dimly lit Mi Cocina on Saturday night, "Did he bump his head, or something?" Keep telling me it's not that bad, Brandon. I still don't believe it.

He loves to reach for his bottle. He knows what it's for, but hasn't quite mastered getting it to his mouth and keeping it there yet.

Chillin' in my TFO hat. (I'm trying to get Brandon to post it on the TFO site...)