Cavan Can't Catch A Break!

Cavan (16 months) had his first visit to the ER a couple of months ago when he fell and busted his little baby button nose on the cold, low-level monkey bars of a local playground (see blog entitled "Baby Rocky" for the full story) Since then he has been bumped, bruised, battered, and now that he is in daycare part-time, even bitten.

This morning I was cleaning up from breakfast when I witnessed my baby tumble once again to the ground before I could catch his fall. Since the day he started walking he started climbing, and my life has been a series of mild heart-attacks ever since. I have to move all the food (and anything else interesting) from the kitchen table after every meal. If I don't get the goodies cleared quick enough, Cavan will scoot a chair to the table, climb on top with the greatest of ease, perch in the very center, and start noshing on the leftovers. This morning I was behind my game when he spotted some waffles, climbed up in his older brother's booster seat, and stood to reach the table which was three feet away from the chair. He overestimated his reach. His little feet slipped from underneath him and he tumbled face first to the hardwood floors below. He landed on his nose. I ran to him, scooped him up, gave him a comforting bottle of warm milk, and rocked him in my arms while trying to nurse his wounds with a frozen bag of peas. I don't think we need to go to the ER this time, but I'll keep a bag packed for him in the car, just in case.