Recreational Worrying

I spent a couple hours last night reading. Something I haven't done in a long time. What did I read? Books geared towards new fathers. One is written like a boy scout manual and is hillarious. The other is more matter-of-fact. I shouldn't have read them, definitely not the second book. It talked about all these games you could/should be playing with your child at Eddie's age and these skills the games will be teaching. I wasn't doing much of anything it suggested. Usually I take these things with a grain of salt, but I've been worrying lately about Eddie hitting his head so much on the hard floors we have around the house, not to mention banging his head into furniture, including his crib--all while he is rolling around, crawling and playing. The last thing I should have been reading was about development.

I have no concerns about his development, but I worry in general as any good mother does/should. Eddie's Aunt M calls it recreational-worrying, and I believe I have a PhD.
So this morning I tried a couple of the suggested games out on Eddie and they went over like a lead ballon. I suppose I have to repeat them several times before he'll catch on.

Tonight I let Eddie play with his food. He loved it. The picture above shows the results. I had to undress him before I'd pick him up. He treated the rice like it was water, slapping his hand in it and trying to scrape it out of the bowl. I had made too much rice anyway and it was bath night. Speaking of bathes. Eddie sure can splash. We put him in with a full tub (baby tub) and he emerges with literately 1/2 the water gone. I took him out tonight after about 25 minutes because his lips were quivering. Whoops--but he was having such a good time.

The below is gross, you might not want to read:
Was putting Eddie to bed tonight and he was being really squirmy. All of a sudden he sits up and starts kissing/knawing on my chin and trying to get his hand into my mouth. Just as I closed my mouth, he spit up, right on top of my closed mouth. Gross!! I'm just thankful my mouth was closed.