Swee'pea keeps pointing out the window and yelling, "New! New!" which is his word for moon. Last night when we went for our evening stroll, the moon was bright and he kept pointing at it and giggling hysterically and yelling, "New! Newwwww!" He wanted us all to keep admiring it and after we put his pajamas on I let him have another look through the window, lifting up his blackout blind. As soon as he saw its glow, he cackled anew. I wondered if his enjoyment stemmed its benevolent face. This morning, his fascination continues. The moon must be magic, if the innocent's response is anything to go by.
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Lately, Swee'pea's been doing some annoying things. Like climbing up on chairs and standing up, and when I go to pull him down, he leaps into my arms, completely unaware of any risk. Or climbing up on the wooden gate at the bottom of our stairs, and arching his back so he looks at the room upside down. He always smiles mischievously, like he knows he's pissing me off and revelling in it, and his smile gets wider, after I've told him to get down with no result and walk to remove him forcibly, like heh heh.
Yesterday afternoon, he did the gate thing, and I told him to get down and then went to remove him the way I usually do. His bratty smile got wider like it usually does. And just as I was about to grab his arms, he let go and fell backwards like the world's most ill-advised trust game. I wasn't able to grab any part of him, and I screamed, [Swee'pea]! His head smacked the floor with the most awful crack, but I think it was mostly because he hit the really squeaky bit of the floor. He cried, and I shook, and I wanted to yell at him, "Don't ever do that again!" I think I kind of did, but I tried to be gentle, not to be too I told you so, because that sucks when you're hurting. Now, he seems fine, but my legs were jelly and my heart palpitating for half an hour.