And they all fall down

Can you imagine spending three-quarters of your day falling down? Like you are just walking along, minding your own business, and you just fall on your ass. Or you trip and stumble to your knees.

That's what it is like to be an almost-13-month-old.

I was watching Jack today and realized he isn't even fazed by his falls any more. He just uses it as an opportunity to check out a new toy he falls next to, or to lie on his back and smile, or to roll over and turn in a new direction.

His new thing is to run towards something -- no looking where he is going, chin up, eyes closed and arms outstretched. He inevitably gets about six good steps in before he gets too close to something and either trips or just falls. Of course he is laughing maniacally while he does this.

Sometimes he just plops down and picks himself right back up. But other times he sits there for a minute as if to say "Damn! What the hell happened? One minute I was running along, the next I was on my diaper. I bet Mommy tripped me. She's always trying to keep me down."