Yes people we are entering the frightening stage of the fearless baby. Fearless!
Yesterday, I came home from work, set Little G down (in his car seat) on the sofa. All was normal… and warm.
I unbuckled the bottom part of the car seat harness and then
I reached behind Little G to open the window and my finger slipped of the tiny little groove that is used to open the window.
A shot of pain ran through me and I examined my painful finger now missing a chunk of fingernail. Oww.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the car seat tip forward and catch a glimpse of Little G taking an Olympic style dismount out of the bottom of the car seat!! Arms over head (to escape the still buckled upper harness of course), giggling the whole way down.
I have no idea how, but I managed to get an arm around Little G before he full force, momentum filled face planted on the floor.
Holy Crap people! What have I gotten myself into?