I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. Matthew fell out of his crib this morning. He woke up around 5 or so, and hung onto the railing as he usually does- crying until I go in there to get him. This time I'd left the railing in the down position, having been in there a few times during the night to soothe him back to sleep. Um, well I hear him stir, then I heard a loud bang. I ran in and picked him up before the inevitable wail. Brought him to bed and nursed him back to sleep. Where he stayed comfy cozy until David got dressed for work (about 6:30). Sigh. At least the kid's no worse for wear.

Anyboody "ooked" out by the spider? I know I am! But I had to have it. LOL

Oh! Hee hee. Matthew gave me 2 kisses Saturday morning! :) They're wet and messy (and open-mouthed), but they'll do!