If Mason has 9 lives....he only has 7 left...

I can't even believe what happened today. My last post was Mason falling off the bed, and I'm here a week later writing about another manic Mason moment. Mason was in his bumbo chair today on the kitchen counter. Which we all know isn't what they were intended for, but we all know we do it. Not anymore. I put him in it so I could clean his high chair tray before I fed him. I was reluctant on putting him on the floor to crawl around because I'm in the middle of packing with boxes everywhere and a floor that needs to be cleaned desperately. He sat like he always does, grabbed a piece of newspaper nearby and played away. I cleaned his tray, walked over and checked on him, he was fine, and then turned my back to click on his clean tray...and then I heard it. I heard a thud, and the slap of his hands. I turned and he lay face first on the tile floor. So I found myself on the floor, once again, crying as I held him. He didn't cry for very long though, which kind of only scared me more. He seemed fine. All I thought was, how can you be fine? You just fell three feet face first on tile. But he was fine, and still is. Thank GOD! I called our Doctor's office and got a call back from the nurse immediately. I told her what happened and she assured me that I'm not a bad mother :) She gave me the signs to pay attention to during the day but said from the sounds of it he would be fine. She was right, he was his normal self all day. I almost didn't want to tell anyone what had happened. I'm embarrassed. I'm embarrassed that my child crawled off the bed last week. And I'm more embarrassed that he fell off the kitchen counter this week! Really? What kind of mom lets those things happen only one week apart? Does this mean I'm doomed to experiences like these for his childhood? Or does it just mean I have a very curious little boy on my hands? Whichever it is, I have learned my lessons! No more heights for my son. He simply can not be trusted. I'm just so thankful he is okay. And that Ryon hasn't taken him away and left me yet :)

On a new note...during bath time tonight, Mason grabbed the side of his tub and pulled himself up, THREE times. The first time I was like, wow, did that just happen? The second confirmed what I saw and the third time I realized yes, my hands are completely full now as he learns something new almost every day. I can't wait to see if he does it again tomorrow! I feel like I can't even keep up with him and I spend just about every minute with him. He's holding his bottle up himself, he chugging from his sippy cup, he eats anything in sight, he gets up on his knees but not quite all fours yet, he found his tongue this week, he rides in carts like a pro; barely ever falling anymore, and does not let a detail about life pass him by without noticing it, touching it, eating it, and really thinking and figuring it out. Mason, you are my mess. And I love you.