Timber!

Remember when I mentioned Gareth was starting to sit up with a little help? Well, I should note that as often as he sits up, he also tips over. Oh, it's not a big dramatic fall or anything but he's getting exceedingly good at the face plant in the sofa.

The fall always begins with a malfunction of the infant gyroscope mechanism.

A mayday call to the mothership or fathership--note the desperate "I need help!" look in his eyes--always comes just a moment too late.

With no viable way to stop his descent, Gareth stops his momentum by burying his face into a cushion.