They Call Me "Crash"

Justin is fast becoming a little daredevil as evidenced by his "battle damage." He is sporting no fewer than 4 head bumps right now, a half dollar size bruise on his hamstring, a good lump in the middle of his back, and to our knowledge, his own actions were more or less accountable for all of it. He almost always seems to face all of his falls and collisions headfirst.

He either needs a shirt that reads "I do all my own stunts" or "Stand back, I'm a professional stuntman." Maybe we should just get him a helmet and cape instead. He gets into a lot of trouble trying to follow Norah up and over couches, and is trying to climb on top of the barstools as well, but Mommy and Daddy would prefer that he stick with some lower lying obstacles for the time being.

Thankfully he's hard-headed. Our little buckaroo regularly gets bucked off the pony in the living room. He may cry a little, but he always gets back up in the saddle again.