E rolled off our bed last night for the first time (and last, hopefully). It was really scary for him. TJ was getting his bath ready and turned his back for a second. He managed to catch him before his head hit the ground, so just his legs hit, but he cried a lot.
I feel like having the baby fall off the bed is a rite of passage--but still. Poor guy. And this afternoon he bonked his head on the tile floor in the bathroom. He didn't hit it hard, but it scared him and I know it didn't feel good. It's hard being a baby sometimes.