Last week, Chunk had an appointment with his pediatrician, during which the doctor announced that he would soon be hitting things with his head and we shouldn't be worried about it. Apparently, this is an important developmental stage for children. We were assured that Chunk couldn't actually hurt himself. This is just his way of testing himself, and us, by seeing what our reaction will be when he bangs himself into the table and then starts to cry.
He actually started this head-butting thing a couple of weeks ago. Usually he aims his head at the kitchen table or my nose. The table thing, I understand, because he used to be able to walk underneath it as he waddled around the kitchen. Then, he got taller, literally overnight, and doesn't seem to have noticed the extra inches he's put on.
My nose? I'm not so sure about that. I think maybe he has this particular developmental stage confused with the developmental stage where you act like John Candy's character Ox from "Stripes."
This morning we were chasing each other around the house and squealing, he threw his arms around me and...
THOOM!
...smashed his forehead into my right eye, nearly knocking me unconscious (I'm exaggerating a little for dramatic effect). The force of his little charge kind of took me by surprise, but from the expression on his face, he was a little surprised by it too. He looked like he was going to start crying, but ultimately, giggled a little. It was actually pretty funny, but I'm hoping we get through this phase fairly quickly.
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