Alex Can't Fly

This morning, Alex demonstrated his tremendous upper-body strength when he climbed his way over the top of his crib and attempted to float gently to the floor.

Unfortunately, as evidenced by the loud "THUMP" I heard from all the way over in the kitchen and the subsequent burst of tears heard over the baby monitor, he dropped like a boulder onto the carpet.

Alex, showing off his new standing-up abilities

After a few minutes of sobbing, I comforted him and he calmed down. For another few minutes he was very quiet and maybe a little dazed. We called my parents to see if it was a "real bad thing", but they assured me that it had happened to us kids a few times. I also called Dana at work and tried not to freak her out.

Later, after Ryanne arrived, we thought all was well. He was back up, moving around, making his usual array of cute little baby noises. But after Ryanne put him down for a nap and I snuck off to work, he threw up in his crib. Worried, Ryanne called me, and I called his doctor (and Dana) and they suggested we bring him in to make sure everything was OK.

Ryanne, with her cuddly little charge

Better safe than sorry. So we caravanned up to Fort Collins with the little guy, and got a thorough check-up. Everything looks to be just fine. We'll keep an eye on his soft spot, and make sure he's not overly lethargic or irritable.

I also lowered his crib mattress by a few notches and lowered the floor of his play-pen/crib downstairs, so he should not be able to repeat this little BASE jump trick for a few weeks, at least until he's had a chance to bulk up his biceps a little more.