Calamity Quinn

Waking up from this morning's nap, Quinn faceplanted on his crib bars, leaving a red mark on his lip. This afternoon, Bec was pulling him on his sled down the driveway, and Quinn tipped over and fell in a snowbank. Tonight, he was playing with his mom and tried to do some advanced furniture surfing, cruising around the corner of the ottoman at, for him, high speed, toppling over onto the hardwood floor.

I'm sure there will be years worth of these to come, but this has been the most significant day of calamities so far I think.