One little monkey

Sunday was not the most successful day in Maeve's acrobatic endeavors. First the girl was hanging out by the couch playing with some stackable blocks. She is slowly learning how to climb and thankfully it's mostly on things that are already in place. Meaning she hasn't put together that she can willfully move things into strategic position to climb on. As she was climbing on said blocks, one tipped over and a** over tea kettle she went.

Although admittedly not as gruesome as Helen looked here, for an 11 month old, I think it might be the equivalent.


The block she has in her hand is not the guilty party, but perhaps how she retaliated. Her eye was a bit red and swollen yesterday. Unlike Helen, Maeve's is already looking better the day after.

Now you might ask why I would consider posting a picture of Maeve that is somewhat blurry (despite Mama trying to hold her still by pressing my own face against hers). It's because this is about as good as it gets these days (at least for our little camera). She is in CONSTANT motion. Most the pictures come out looking more like this...



















Alas, with the help of a crazy bright flash I caught her on camera appearing somewhat still.




Now the day wasn't over. No, No. This one little monkey rolled off the bed, our bed that is. Mark and I are not totally sure how it all transpired. Just moments earlier she was sleeping peacefully, then "thud." We raced in to pick her prone little crying body off the floor. She's fine, she cried some, but she's fine. Mark suspects she was crying more from the fact that she learned that her parents were total morons rather than the shock or pain.

All is well today, no major bumps or bruises to tell of. I'm sure they'll be more to come though!