Apparently, this is how all cool "Rock-n-Roll" babies sleep.
Grandmas, avert your eyes! An independent streak and over-estimating your walking skills is not a good combination. On the way home tonight, we let Max walk down the hallway to our door. After a few steps in his puffy winter jacket, he decided he was more than competent for the job and starting toddling a little too fast. And down he went - the rough floor showed no mercy (and the bulkiness of his coat prevented him from softening the blow with his hands), and he literally did a nose-plant. He's fallen before, but this indeed qualifies as his first "big boy" spill, complete with a few scrapes and a bloody nose. But being the tough guy he is, he bounced back and was soon showing Mom who was boss.
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