Rolling, Rolling, Rolling

First, let me say I give up using initials. This is my blog and I've decided to use first names hence forth. I'm not all that exciting so I doubt I'm stalker worthy.

Ethan has discovered the log roll is a great way to get around a room to obtain something that looks interesting to him. Interesting equals something tasty for the mouth. This morning we were in the living room, I was sipping my coffee and he was rolling about, which was brought to an abrupt end by rolling into our oak coffee table. Poor little E. Bear bumped his forehead. We snuggled on the couch with a bag of peas on his forehead for a bit. He's going to have a bruise. First of many Josh said, but I still felt badly that I couldn't protect him from hurting himself. I know accidents will happen, but as a Mommy I feel so responsible for every little bump. I want to be his great protector, which I know is an unreasonable expectation. It must come with being a Mom.