Breathe in, breathe out...
I'm leaning more and more towards being "one and done" with Noah. This kid is a handful, and definitely keeps me on my toes. I cannot even being to fathom juggling another mini ninja. I have no idea how moms handle multiples or even two under two, but I have a newfound respect for those mothers. They must seriously be supermoms! In all seriousness, Noah's climbing abilities are beginning to petrify me. He adores climbing on the couch and tugging on the blinds. Not the chords, because those are rolled up in some baby proofing contraption, but the actual blinds. He's already managed to break a couple off. His latest maneuver cause him to loose balance and fall backwards off of the couch, as I watched in horror. As I ran from the kitchen to attempt catching him, he managed to contort his little body like a cat, and he landed on his hands and knees. More scared than hurt, he only cried for a few minutes. The whole ordeal left no bruises or bumps, but it definitely sca...