With all this motoring around and checking things out, Joe has started to learn about gravity, and how face + velocity + kitchen floor = bruise. His physical therapist calls these “mobility injuries,” and (after the initial tears) they are cause for celebration!
Here he is showing off his forehead bruises, one caused by a battle with the kitchen floor and the other a battle with a restaurant table. Live and learn, little dude!
oh Ryans starting to get loads of these too. Funny how exciting it is!! Only another dd mom would understand š
Yep, sweet sweet signs of motivation.to.move. We haven’t had many yet, but the ones we’ve had, I’ve embraced. The “falling flat on my face because I have no balance” ones suck more ;o) But the “I actually tried to move to get what I wanted” ones? FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. Those types of bruises are like trophies! Go Joe Go!