Here's a story... of a boy named Elijah...

Elijah has turned into a full fledged toddler with his mood swings and his tantrums if he doesn't get his way. He has mastered the word "No" and is working on other words. One other thing he is trying to master is climbing. He was a little slow on the uptake, thank goodness... But once he started doing it, there was no stopping him. His favorite thing to climb on is the couch.

We have this long couch in front of our picture window facing the backyard. Elijah likes to climb up there and look out the window. So one Saturday, we get him out of his crib, change him and all that, then we put him down in the living room to play a little bit. As usually, Elijah decided he wanted to get up on the couch and walk around etc. I'm usually standing right next to the couch because he makes me nervous.

Since he started doing this, he hadn't fallen off, yet... he knows how to get down properly, so I walked over to the dining room table (which is in the same room, but on the other side of the room) to get something. I turned around and saw him sitting on the arm of the sofa, so I ran towards him, but it was too late, I got to the other end of the sofa just in time to see him falling backwards, trying to grab onto anything he could. He looked at me with the "Oh S***" look on his face and tried with all his might to grab onto the arm of the sofa, but gravity was pulling a little too hard and he ended up falling on the floor. He didn't cry, he just acted stunned that such a thing could happen to -him-.

When I told my co-worker, Michael, this story his response was, well, I guess he learned his lesson and won't be doing that again. But apparently, Elijah didn't get that memo, because the very next day he was doing this:



There was a story and a video of the week, all in one. I plan on having another video this week with some goodies I bought at ACMoore. I'm also planning on posting about our adventure at the State Fair, so stay tuned.