My baby J might be the death of me…

This boy falls down a lot. A lot, a lot.

And even when he’s not falling down, he runs into things.

He bounces off the coffee table, and glances the corner of a wall as he runs by…

He trips when he jumps off of steps, and how does someone manage to fall so perfectly as to give themselves a rug burn on their chin?!

He always has a bump or a bruise on his forehead, and his little shins are bruised. Is this what I can expect of life with a boy?
This boy… he may be the death of me.

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  1. Debbie Sauer on May 2, 2014 at 1:33 am

    Welcome to the world of boys! Blessings

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