My youngest son is recovering from his trip down the stairs the other day, and the bone doc told us this morning to expect him to be on the mend for around four weeks. This weekend was very rigorous, as baby CTone has enjoyed his mobility for some time now, and is not accepting the fact that he is now limited. What that basically means is that he was held most of the weekend, and the whole time he was trying his hardest to squirm away. And he's huge, and heavy, for a ten-month old, so when he tries to launch himself from my arms for hours at a time it really wears me down.
Man, I'm tired. . . . .
ETA: I'll let the little guy explain to you how he feels:
Life ain't so bad!