In the wars

You'd never really know by seeing him here, but Toby has been in the wars.
Yesterday, he slipped whilst trying to crawl over a book and fell face first onto the carpet, his teeth biting through his top lip.
And today, he launched himself off our bed, head first, which he has been desperate to do for at least 3 months now...somehow I've always managed to catch him, but not today.
The silent intake of breath after he hit the ground seemed to last for minutes, before his enormous mouth, fully stretched, let out the most almighty roar.
He is left with a sore head and a carpet burn on his forehead, poor little man.

As I sit at the computer writing this, Toby is kneeling behind my chair, poking his little hands through the holes in the back of my chair and tickling my back with his fingers, and chuckling to himself as he does so. He is so funny sometimes.