Bumps and Bruises!

Oh my poor A., he has bumps and bruises all over the place! In fact I feel like I am taking my battered child into public every time we are out. Now, I don't remember my other two being so bruised at this crawling, pulling up stage. But A is a little different, he just can't crawl he need to climb crawl- meaning instead of going around, he is right up and over- the bean bag, the foot rest on the coffee table, piles of clean laundry, his brother, mom, you get the picture! Man I feel so bad for his little head. Oh, and it doesn't help that his brother and sister decided to help him "learn" how to go down the stairs (they did do a pretty good job) but bonking his head on the end of each stair- they didn't get too far till mom can to the rescue. I told my mom that he might need a helmet to run around in. I guess it's all part of growing up- in fact I remember one time when D. ran full speed into the middle of the wall. Now, that's hilarious!