Bonk.

Day 55.

Noah fell on his head tonight, out of his crib (the rail was down). He told me..."I trying to jump out..."

I am grateful for my babies.

When you see him hit the floor head first, and then snap his neck backwards in process of his body flinging towards the ground, you get a major dose of perspective. And then you hug your little babies a little tighter, go back for one more kiss, and even give into an extraneous bedtime request.