I know now the true meaning of rough and tumble. We spent the better part of Saturday holding our screaming boy after he fell, bumped his head, tripped, rammed into a wall. . .the list goes on. For a while there, he wouldn't even cry. He could have blood dripping down his leg, and I wouldn't even know it because he would just get up and keep going. I think now, he is crying out of sheer frustration. Tonight, our boy got his first fat lip. . .one of many firsts to be oh so proud of right? OH MY!! Just check these photos hot off the presses! Doesn't he look so proud of himself? It has only just begun. . . .