last night G was a little whirlwind. she got up maybe 9ish from a nap and was bouncing non-stop on the couches and all about the tv room. bounce jump tumble bounce tumble roll jump bounce climb clamor bounce climb back. this went on for at least an hour. she has figured out that falling sucks, she has not figured out how to stay in control without falling. So for all intents and purposes, she hasn’t figured out how not to fall.

we were keeping a hand, leg and eye on her and she was managing to not get hurt well enough. one time she started rolling off the couch, I got my hand on her but she was already too weighted over to stop entirely. so, I sort of grabbed and pushed her into the the side of the couch and lowered her slowly to the floor. it was awkward and goofy and she got a face-full of pillow, but no damage. She gets up and starts to cry, really moan and complain was more like it. So i said “quit complaining, it could be a lot worse.” its like dabbing on The Waterfall…didja fall? didja break anything? are ya bleeding?…you’re fine!

ironic that today at the daycare a couple of the teachers were asking me if she throws herself around and bangs into things at home. I just nodded and smiled, she’s just like her daddy.