The last few months, I've started to play a bit more rough with Alex, getting over the fear that he might break into itty bitty pieces if I so much as hugged him too hard. He loves playing rough, loves being swung around and chased and grabbed and turned upside down... And I just can't get enough of his squeals, his all out belly laughing. The cute way he pretends to get away, and if I don't go after him immediately, he stops and peaks over his shoulder, squealing and laughing in anticipation of when I'm going to get him.
So this afternoon, Alex and I were playing on my bed. I was picking him up and throwing him into the pillow and he was laughing hysterically. Then I flopped onto the bed and tickled his belly, rolled over, didn't realize his little leg was under me, I pulled him up to throw him into the air and accidentally twisted his little leg while I pulled him up. Poor guy cried and cried. I felt awful. He wasn't hurt badly, after a few minutes of crying, he demonstrated that he could walk (but did have a little limp), and soon after began grabbing at me, wanting me to throw him in the air some more. But I couldn't. I can't stand it when Alex is hurt, and when I'm the one who hurts him (albeit accidentally), it just breaks my heart into pieces.
He's fine now, not even a slight limp and has forgotten about the whole thing, but I suspect there will be less roughhousing from me for a while.
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