Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Now that I can crawl I can get into tons of trouble.

Nothing is safe now, including Reagan. In a matter of two days he has fallen out of a laundry basket, knocked his head on the side of the tub, fallen off the bed and scraped his head up on Mark's greasy bicycle chain ring. There's no greater feeling than having your hair washed out with dishwashing soap. We either have to learn to be a bit more attentive or make this house a little safer. Let the baby-proofing begin.

1 comment:

Rachelle said...

Now we know what we have to look forward to one of these days! :-) Glad you guys are doing well! He is so adorable! Tell Mark hi!
Love,
Rachelle (and Jordan!)