Wooden Block 1, Baby 0

I never believed it existed until I became a parent, but yes, there is such as thing as parenting instinct. I am a pretty laid back (albeit Spunky) mom, and I tend to let my little guy explore and learn on his own. As long as he's not in real danger, he's free to explore if he bumps his head, then hopefully he'll learn "the dinosaur is hard - remember not to headbutt it next time I am playing."

At 7.5 months, he is VERY curious. He's been sitting for 2 months and is bored with just sitting, so now he leans forward onto his two hands and moves his legs/feet into classic crawl position. Then he rocks back and forth. He was content (and proud!) with this for about a week. We thought, "oh, he's getting ready to crawl!" That changed this weekend. Just getting into the crawl position has become "so yesterday." Now he's determined to move forward. He just hasn't figured out how to do that part yet, so he typically move one hand and lunges forward about a foot. He flops down on his belly and wiggles like a fish - all four limbs flailing. Of course, this gets him no closer to his final destination, but it makes for an enjoyable "how cute?!" experience for us, his parents.

Last night, Spunky Baby was performing his latest little tricks. There he was, sitting up playing with his wooden blocks (all 26 letters are scattered around our family room). I was sitting arms-length away talking to him and encouraging him. He dropped his block and leaned forward. Nothing new, right? Except this time, when he lunged forward, he didn't have a clear runway. Nope. The "H" wooden block was in his landing zone. Direct connect with the upper lip.




Surprisingly, there were very few tears. It looks worse than it really is - it's just a triangle-shaped scrape (exactly where the block's corner connected with his face).

So, Spunky Baby received his very first "war wound." Wooden Block 1, Baby 0. Time to plan revenge...

Darn you, "H" block!!!