When I first happened upon this scene, Little Buddy was wrapped up in the tablecloth, crying. He had a bump on his head but was otherwise ok. As near as I can figure, he either pulled everything down on himself or climbed up on the table and fell, pulling the tablecloth with him. I wasn't thrilled with either scenario (I'm pretty sure my nervous system was on overdrive as I checked him over). Neither was he, because it took some time in the big bed to get him calmed down.

"Momma, I got a bump on my head."
"Maybe laying down will help..."
Starting to feel better.
After soothing a sore baby head, I decided we needed an outing. We went ahead and ran a few errands, including getting Little Buddy some new polo shirts. Then we met Daddy for lunch because he wasn't going to be home in time for dinner. Our outing must have tired Little Buddy out because he slept until 3 PM! Our neighbor girl then came over to watch him for a bit so that I could finally get some of the house cleaned up. I was amazed at how much I got done while Little Buddy was occupied! Then it was was time for dinner.
Someone is excited to eat!
"I love dinner!"
Chowing down on his baby pizza (whole wheat bagel topped with tomato sauce).
We ate dinner a little late, hoping that it would keep Little Buddy awake long enough to see Daddy when he got home. It worked and my two boys were happy to hang out for a few minutes before Little Buddy's bedtime. He is so calm and peaceful before bedtime, not at all like the table-jumping monster of this morning...
Honestly, I'm not going to the bathroom anymore. Or I'm just switching to Depends.
Night all,
LBM
Little Buddy's Momma