We had another kitchen floor and face meeting this morning. Although this one was not nearly as traumatic. This time his face met the floor from a sitting on the floor position. Less height+less velocity=less trauma. And none of this would have happened if those darn dog bowls weren't so enticing. Alex was completely content playing with his toys, until something shiny caught his eye. He is totally our kid. Easily distracted. Anyway, we have shiny silver dog dishes and their siren song was too much for the boy to resist.
Aside from the crying, the result of him giving in to the temptation was pretty darn funny. He managed to completely twist his torso around and stretch his little arm out as far as he could. The result...Alex on his stomach, completely stretched out, face mushed into the linoleum, with his little dimpled left hand just inches from the water dish. You know those dramatic pictures of people in the desert all stretched out reaching for the only oasis for hundreds of miles...that was the look.
Luckily with a little snuggle and some bouncing in rhythm with his kicking, he was right as rain...and immediately reaching for the next thing that caught his eye.
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