The other day Jack tried explaining that he wanted me to take a picture of him floating away, just like he had seen in a photo once. We had the sidewalk chalk out, and he had drawn a balloon. So, I climbed the tree and tried my best to to capture the image of him being pulled into the sky by a single balloon. Super fun!
Jack likes to say things like, “Oh, grateful,” instead of “Oh, great.” When Matt asked him if he had a high metabolism he answered, “I forget.” I purposely don’t really watch them on the trampoline, because their bravery exceeds my own. However, when I’m hanging laundry on the clothesline, they are drawn to the black circle of bounce and I’m forced to watch their aerial flips and daring leaps. He is a regular ninja when it comes to the trampoline, and it’s both frightening and exhilarating to watch him. When he runs, he looks more like a gazelle. Every few steps he flies through the air in a leap and keeps on going. Higher is better. Harder is better. Pain is weakness leaving the body. His legs are more bruised than not. He never wakes up during the night, so when he came stumbling into our room one night I knew something was wrong. Turns out he fell out of bed… which means he fell from the top bunk. Ouch! I have no idea how his wiry body slid out with the side rail on, but I’m glad he was okay. He loves oats, life, and everything in-between. For him, every day is about as exciting as being swept away by a single balloon.