only a minor flesh wound

henry has become a danger to himself. if there's something to pull over on himself, fall off of, hit himself with, choke on, he will find it. the boy is a veritable bloodhound for danger.

i have a feeling that this is only the beginning.

this morning, he pulled up on a folding trey table. i watched in really fast slow-motion as he fell backwards and was pinned underneath the table. this maneuver earned him his first goose egg and a fancy one at that as it had a horizontal bruise where the table edge landed.

he is totally going to be the kid jumping out of the second story window, clutching the edges of a blanket as a parachute.