The Biggest Loser...

Gage fought the cat, and the cat won.

You see, on NY's Eve, Baby Gage spent the night at my mother-in-law's. They have a cat, Tasha. Tasha hates Gage.
Well, Gage is always chasing the cat....and finally......

.....he caught her!

So, here's my wee little one, holding onto the cat's tail.
Of course, this totally freaked the cat out, so she started running.
My child is only 15 months old. His reaction was NOT to let go of the cat's tail, but to hold on for dear life.
So, round & round they went...squeals, & squeals. Giddiness from my child, and hysteria from poor Tasha.

Until Gage found himself wedged between an end table & the couch--head already bumped on the corner of the table of course.

And now, he's sporting a bruise on his brow, and luckily for all of us, the swelling has gone down.

We're officially entering that stage where my child's forehead will likely have a bruise on it at just about any given time.

Boys......