Eleanor is a little daredevil baby. She loves to be thrown into the air, to ride on Daddy’s shoulders while he runs around the house, and to climb onto the highest pieces of furniture (her new favorite is the top of the toilet tank, we are keeping the bathrooms closed and locked from now on). Her new favorite game is “jump off the coffee table and see if Daddy is fast enough to catch me.”
This game freaks me out. I picture broken bones and emergency room visits. But neither Josh nor I actually believed that she would jump without one of us being there in front of her to catch her, until she did the other day. She was fine, but surprised. I don’t think she’ll be jumping without a catcher again any time soon.