I tend to think that my baby has DNA that mirrors that of Evil Kenevil. He took a spill today leaving him with a fat lip of sorts. He was a tough one; I probably cringed more than he did. He's been rather lucky, having been so mobile so fast - bumps are inevitable, but hard on both of us none the less. Perhaps the accident would've been avoided if he wasn't CLIMBING ON MY CHAIRS at 9months old! I'll be sure to take pictures of him swinging from my ceiling fans during his first birthday party.