The Walking Wounded

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. In his quest to start walking unassisted, Bobby took a tumble yesterday and cut his lip on those pesky teeth of his. By far it seemed more traumatic for Nanny Jude (well, and Mom) than for Bobby. I violated several city speed limits getting home -- by the time I got here, he was slurping on frozen watermelon quite cheerfully, and making a funny turtle face as he experimented with his new fat lip. I imagine that at this age, with his body changing so rapidly anyway, it must be hard to know what's permanent and what's temporary. Anyway, Bobby recovered, and eventually so did Jude (who had handled everything perfectly but was nonetheless a bit shaken).

Little spills notwithstanding, he's quite an adventurous little guy, constantly crawling over things and pursuing new things to play with. He's fascinated with technology -- here he's trying to grab the camera, but his favorite is the cordless phone. But he's also pretty intrigued by low-tech things as well. Pretty much anything new is fodder for his inquisitive hands and brain.






We had a great time this weekend celebrating Cousin Etta's First Birthday. Bobby almost slept through the party, having chosen that morning to take a particularly long nap. Fortunately plenty of people besides us decided to ignore the part of the invitation that suggested the party would be ending at Etta's naptime, so there were kids to play with.

Mom