The Youngest Base Jumper...and Dad's First Gray Hair

Oh, my little Haven. There is a good chance you significantly contributed to my first gray hair tonight. Today was an eventful day, as days go around here. From what your mother says, you refused to let her put you down for a nap today at all, couldn’t decide if you loved or hated the snow (most people are like that I guess), had your first snow ice cream (one of my favorites and apparently one of yours as well), and not ten minutes ago had your first unassisted base jump from your crib. That’s right, despite the fact that your mother and I lowered the crib to the deepest setting you found a way to hold the top rail, wedge your short little legs against the slats, and up and over you went. Mom and I had just finished talking about how you were trying to climb everything including; the couch, your mother, the tv cabinet, and the bath tub and that was just since I got home from work. I was amazed watching you. I am so in love with you and every moment I only fall for you more than the last. This is why I thought I was going to have a heart attack when I went into your room to rock you to sleep after Mom failed on the first go round just in time to see you come over the railing. I still don’t know how you did it but instead of coming head first which could have been catastrophic, you held onto the rail with all your might, came over the rail (enter dad) and swung down until your grip broke and down you came on your little skinny butt and back. I ran to scoop you up cussing the whole while (you will learn that is what daddy does when he is upset or scared in this case). I was almost in tears but in truth you didn’t really even cry all that much. You were scared and had a hard time catching your breath a few moments but your mother quickly had you against her chest and I don’t think you knew the difference. Twenty minutes later now and you are asleep and I am not sure I will for a week. Between your mother and I we have 61 years of life under our belt and 4 college degrees, you are nine months old can’t even speak yet (although you communicate well) and already a step ahead. I have a feeling this is not going to be my first gray hair moment. Love you little monkey. See you tomorrow. Dad.