After Liam's bath yesterday, I wrapped him in his towel, plopped him in his crib, slathered him with lotion, put on his diaper and all his clothes... the crib is his corral after baths to he can't run off when I am doing all these things, you see.
He was having a grand time prancing back and forth in his crib, so I thought I'd go brush my teeth. I get the teeth brushed and then I hear a huge THUD! Crying ensued. I ran to Liam's room, you know, five feet away from where I was... he was on the floor. He took a nose dive!
I picked him up and he had reopened a rug burn on his forehead from the day before. I could see a goose egg appearing from under the bleeding rug burn. Oh this poor kid! We dropped his crib mattress long ago when he started crawling and standing. Apparently it wasn't low enough.
Ian lowered the bed, it's practically on the floor now, but he's safe. Safe to prance around and also use his crib rail as a ballet bar... if he can reach it with his foot now... not likely.