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Eain just takes it in stride when he falls down; he just tries to get back up again with his chubby legs and bald head. (Well, mostly bald.) Because he wants that toy on the other side of the blanket. I don't think there's a cuter baby. Especially when he grins because he's getting able to crawl and have locomotion. Pretty soon he'll be spouting off three and four-syllabyl words and reading Keats and writing in iambic pentameter.