Baby's first bloody nose

Henry has been getting frustrated lately. It's like he's finally realized that there are things he wants to do, and if he can't he'll yell and thrash about. During a fit he doesn't want to be held, but he doesn't want to be put down, either. I try to hold on to him to keep him from hitting his head on things, because he has no clue that thrashing could lead to hitting his head on the chair, or floor, or whatever else is near.

Henry's new realizations about the world have made music class a little challenging - we often get out shaker-eggs, balls, or other instruments, but just for one song and then we put them away again. So class today featured two tantrums as toys were put away. I was feeling pretty secure as he squirmed around on his belly yelling (the big trouble is if he's sitting up and flops backwards, thumping his head). But then he pulled his head back and threw it forward, bashing his face on the floor. And that is the story of Henry's first bloody nose.