damn you, gravity!

The has been a lot of head banging around here of late. And I'm not talking the Metallica version of headbanging - I mean the not-understanding-gravity-yet head banging.

With movement comes bumps, lumps, bruises and tears. We've been having a lot of all that these days. The Critter is trying to pull herself up, well sort of. At least I think that is what she is trying to do. Trying to get her legs beneath her. While bent over my legs and biting me. I don't know why getting her legs beneath her and biting go together for her, but that's what she does.

Anyway, today she found herself in a sort of kneeling position then saw her toy camera and thought "HEY! Camera! I want that!" and just lunged forward and face-planted right into the camera. Which is made of hard plastic. Ouch.

I know I need to get prepared for even more of this. I can't protect her from everything, or keep her in a bubble-wrap suit (they don't make them, I checked). She needs to learn about things, like gravity. And the benefits of putting your arms in front of you when falling. Learning these life lessons is hard. Almost as hard as plastic toy cameras.

Poor Critter Girl, with that big (well, not so big, but it seems big to mom) bruise on your head. My little headbanger. Mommy will kiss it and try to make it better, I promise. I just hope you are a quick learner.