this evolved out of G’s insistence on “jumping like a dolphin”, which i quickly realized to my horror meant diving.   I wasn’t worried about the bottom, but rather the benches.   Hitting her head, hitting her feet, tripping and smashing her face – a lot can go wrong when a tinyHuman learns to lay out.   She was persistent, and with a team of spotters and some watchful eyes and one ironing board, we found a way to make this a fun safe risk.   Oxymoronic…i know i know.   But its hard to stand in the way of this and not be hypocritical.

Moab, May 2008. note the total bottom-out on the landing.