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I couldn't decide whether to call this post "Thirds Time the Charm" or "The Clutz". My poor little boy is just... well... a boy! He's fallen off bar stools at my in-laws house and Dad-in-Law will say, "Well, he'll only do that once." I shake my head at him and know that's not true of my precious boy. Nathan sticks his head in the ceiling fan and Brad will say, "Well, he'll learn." I shake my head in doubt.
We have a love seat and a couch with are perpendicular to each other. They form an open space in the corner. I keep Simon, the hamster, on a bookshelf back in that corner. Nathan will stand on the couch to look at Simon or play with the floor lamp that's back there, and twice he's fallen head over heels into that corner. Yesterday he did it for the third time. I landed straight on his head. He had a minor bloody mouth and a slight bruise on his forehead. My goodness. I couldn't help but chuckle, because I thought, "Who does this?" He wasn't hurt more than he was just surprised. He stopped crying long enough to say, "Cheese," for the camera.