Just shy of 18 months, my angel, Breck, nearly gave me a heart attack. While changing Brady's diaper, Breck decided to go to the other side of the couch (where i could not see him) and was apparently climbing or hanging from a table. needless to say, he pulled it down on him. Thinking about it still makes my stomach flip, but he's my warrior baby and the next day he acted like nothing ever happened.. it was me who was stressed out for the following month. Being a mom of a boy is scary and awesome at the same time.
