For months now, I have held Lael up in my arms while standing on the floor. Then I cry “timber” as we fall onto the bed. It’s not a long fall, but it’s enough to thrill a little girl.
But apparently, it wasn’t a big enough thrill for Lael, who quickly dumped dad for the shelving unit. It’s pretty wild to see how perfectly straight she holds her body.
Seth, who tends to be a lot more cautious, finally decided it was safe and started falling from the shelves more recently.
And that my friends, is what happens when your kids are locked in a small apartment all winter long. (sorry about the bad lighting.)