We've been playing a lot of ball here lately, with the big orange 'Sunkist' beachballs that the girls got from our friends at Miramar Fruit Supply. And by a lot, I mean just about every morning, noon and evening before bed.
Sophie & Josie sit up on the bed in the extra bedroom (we call it Sophie's room even though she hasn't ever slept in there) while I sit on the floor and bounce or toss the ball to them. Sophie's getting pretty good at catching things but Josie can pretty much catch it only if you manage to land the ball into her outstretched hands with the proper angle and amount of spin to keep it from flying off again.
This happened the other day, and as we were all in the room to witness it there was a big eruption of cheers from Brandie, Sophie & myself. Josie was so simultaneously excited and pleased with herself that she stood up on the 1/2" wooden bed-frame, kind of hopped a bit, lost her balance and somehow did a forward flip onto the floor. (I understand that her maternal grandfather is a gymnast: she must have inherited it from him because I couldn't have pulled that off if I wanted to!)
From cheering, we went quickly through our surprise to make sure she was ok (she was) and then compared notes. Why didn't she just fall forward? What would make her think that bending completely in half would save her? How on earth can one child take every situation and make it 10 times more dangerous than you would expect?
Sophie & Josie sit up on the bed in the extra bedroom (we call it Sophie's room even though she hasn't ever slept in there) while I sit on the floor and bounce or toss the ball to them. Sophie's getting pretty good at catching things but Josie can pretty much catch it only if you manage to land the ball into her outstretched hands with the proper angle and amount of spin to keep it from flying off again.
This happened the other day, and as we were all in the room to witness it there was a big eruption of cheers from Brandie, Sophie & myself. Josie was so simultaneously excited and pleased with herself that she stood up on the 1/2" wooden bed-frame, kind of hopped a bit, lost her balance and somehow did a forward flip onto the floor. (I understand that her maternal grandfather is a gymnast: she must have inherited it from him because I couldn't have pulled that off if I wanted to!)
From cheering, we went quickly through our surprise to make sure she was ok (she was) and then compared notes. Why didn't she just fall forward? What would make her think that bending completely in half would save her? How on earth can one child take every situation and make it 10 times more dangerous than you would expect?
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