Yesterday, L and I were happily ensconced in his office while Hatchling was playing in his room. After a while, we heard a cacophonous crash, followed by the wails of our son. As I sprinted through the house, I reviewed what could have happened, and could think of nothing that would have made so much noise.
Upon reaching Hatchling's room, I saw the dresser (chest? whatever you want to call it... that tall thing in the picture) tipped forward on the floor, and I did not see my son. Screaming for L, I lifted the dresser with my super- human mommy strength (Ok, actually it is a really light dresser. It was cheap...) and looked for the bloody child I was sure was hidden beneath.
Thankfully, there was no blood. Sawdust, I assume from when L and I refinished the dresser while I was pregnant, but no blood. Hatchling was remarkably unscathed. After the briefest of moments in his daddy's arms, he was fine. It took him less time to get over it than it takes for him to get over having his diaper changed.
When L scolded him and asked him if he understood that he was not to climb dressers, he said "No." I assume this means we will need to anchor all furniture to the walls in the future.