Poor Bruiser
Dear Lily,
Wow. You’re walking more than crawling these days. This is a very exciting time for all of us, but I have to admit, you look like a little prize fighter.
With all this walking comes a lot of falling. In the last week you’ve ended up with a fat lip, a goose egg on you forehead, and now a black eye. Add the the list a couple of little scratches that you manage to give yourself with your razor sharp little fingernails, and your general state of dirtiness from eating and playing in the back yard, and you look like a little street urchin who talks with her fists.
Actually, the black eye wasn’t from falling, it was the discovery that if you set your little pull along toy on the table, then violently yank the leash, it will by the grace of gravity fall and hit you in the face.
Bumping into things is one of the most important parts of your early learning process though. And that pain does teach you a lot in these days where words are few and are primarily a novelty used to make your mom and I clap and grin like fools.
Despite that, I’m still a little reluctant to take you out on the town, lest an overzealous and overprotective parent (You know, the kind that put helmets on their 7 year olds while they eat dinner to ward of deadly spoon or Jello accidents) think that we are roughing you up!
You certainly keep us on our toes. In fact while writing this I had to go grab you off your little plastic bike because you sometimes like to stand up on it instead of sitting on it…
I won’t be surprised if you become an extreme athelete when you grow up. The though of which will likely put your mom and I into early gravesl, but hey…you have to be you…
Love Dad
