The chubby mans first bump

Arthur learnt to crawl last Sunday afternoon. He was 1 day short of 10 months old.

I thought he would have been fully mobile by now. But I think his cold has set him back a bit. He will move for incentive, ie my iPhone, the remote or the telephone, but he won't follow me when I leave the room, instead he prefers to sit still and cry until I return.

Since last Sunday however, he's decided he'd like to learn to pull himself up to standing! So we've had less than a week of crawling, and already he wants to walk... cheeky chubba.

Anyway, to get to the point.

Today, we went to the breastfeeding clinic to lend a peer supporting hand to some new mummies & babies. It's a big room and they have a toy box for older babies/toddlers. Arthur spotted this quite early on, and lo and behold, crawled quite quickly over to the box. He was happy amusing himself for a while, he pulled himself up to his knees to get himself into the box to see what toys he could find. I was merrily chatting away to the mummies, when all of a sudden, there was a burst of tears, and my poor lovely chubba was folding up into the floor in floods of tears. He had a dent in his forehead where he'd clobbered the corner of the box. It turns out, he'd pulled himself up onto his feet and then slipped, and cracked his head.

My poor baby, he's got a great big red bump on his head, which I suspect will be a cracking bruise tomorrow morning. His first bump, and I'm sure, the first of many!