After the Fall

For a while now, when we put Adam into his highchair, he immediately tries to become the next Great Wallenda and attempts to balance himself standing up. Last Friday, he received an unfortunate introduction to the law, the Law of Gravity, that is. While the Missus had her backed turned, he extricated himself from the straps, stood up and tumbled out of the highchair. He conked himself really well: he still has a pretty nice black-and-blue lump on his noggin, and he slightly chipped one of his front teeth. He's recovered, but I don't think the Missus has--she still feels extremely guilty. I haven't recovered either, and I wasn't even there.

Tessa is starting to get a little antsy sitting in her chair, but we haven't seen her try to get out yet. Usually because she's too busy eating, the little oinker. Tessa's sense of humor is developing quite nicely. She loves to be chased, so she will poke you to get your attention, then start to run away from you, pausing first to make sure you are coming after her.

Both kids have been enjoying daycare immensely, especially since they've been playing in the sandbox there. When we get them undressed in the evening, it's truly incredible where you find sand. Short answer: everywhere.