First he climbed to the top of his slide outside. He has this slight obsession for the past few days about walking down the slide. It's all he wants to do. I keep cringing watching him get a step or two down and then falling on his butt, sliding the rest of the way. I've been waiting for him to hurry up and either get it right or hurt himself so he stops. This afternoon his legs went out from under him too fast and he slammed his back right on the edge of the slide and then fell off hitting his head on the ground. He cried and cried. Then did it again. and again.
Then both he and his sister have discovered how much fun spinning around can be. So both of them will spin in a tight circle over and over and over and then try to run. Of course they fall down. Two bloody lips for my daughter and three for my son plus a bitten tongue. But yet, they still keep spinning and running.
Another fun game they like to play is stand on the edge of the couch and try your best not to fall forward and jump off at the last minute. This is always a fun one to watch because you can count to 10 until you hear the AAAAAHHHHHH because someone didn't jump in time and has now face planted onto the carpet. Yet it is done everyday.
I think my favorite is the "close the door by holding the edge of the door and slamming fingers in the door" trick. That's another daily trick that they just can't seem to learn the consequence of.
This entry probably makes me sound like an absent mother but I'm more of a watchful,-you-better-be-careful-oops-there-ya-go type of mother. It's also probably why my kids are such monkeys. When we go to the playground my kids are running all over the place up and down the equipment while other kids their age are being walked around the equipment on their mom's hip. Or being told NO STOP at every turn. Oh well. They're probably going to save a lot more than me on ER bills.
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