There we have it. The first falling injury of what promises to be a toddler-hood full of scrapes and tumbles. Palmer wants desperately to stand. If you hold his hands, he can stand himself up. If you lean him against something, he can stay up. For awhile. Last night he got himself standing by the coffee table and just as Daddy went to rescue him, he lost his balance and banged his right eyebrow/forehead on the table top. There wasn't much crying. It looked worse than he seemed to be aware of.
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