Fall down and go boom

So Mr. I Stand Up And Try Not To Use My Hands found out the hard way what happens when you stand up at the coffee table and try to walk around the corner of it to get a toy.

You fall down. And go boom. On your forehead. Ouch.

That was a doozy. One minute he's laughing at me and showing off, the next he's falling and I hear the "clunk" and then the loooooong pause and then the crying.

I pick him up and see a red bump already forming with a white line -- where he hit the table leg -- down the middle of it. By the time Josh got home five minutes later, it was a pretty shade of purple.

This did not stop him from getting right back up and standing at the coffee table again. Or from standing at his high chair. Or the kitchen chair. Or the gate.

In the last five days, this child has fallen, bumped his head or frustrated himself more than he has in the entire nine months of his life thus far. I feel bad for him, but at the same time, he is so insistent on standing that we feel he needs to learn how to fall down.

I used to say that I thought he would happier when he learned to roll over, because he could maneuver to toys. Then I thought he would be happier when he learned crawl, because he could go wherever he wanted. Now I know he won't be happy until he walks. Because after that, there's nothing left except world domination.

Just now I caught him trying to pull up on the wall. He got to his knees before I stopped him and re-directed his attention to his stuffed elephant and a Dr. Suess book.

I think we're in for it with this one.