Soren had quite the day yesterday. In the afternoon he walked from the living room, down the hall, into the bedroom, transitioning from area rug to hardwood floor to thick-ish carpeting, taking 39 consecutive unassisted steps (!)...before losing his balance and taking a header right into the corner edge of a bookcase. A few hours later, he was in his playpen, lost his balance and did a face-plant onto his ABC snail. Gave himself a nice, fat lip with that one. Poor little man.
Amazingly, both times he cried for less than a minute and was off and playing again happily as though nothing had happened. I see what my life is going to be like for the next...oh, good many...years.