"Mr. Rubberbones." That is Jackson's new nickname. In a span of 24 hours, he falls accidentally about 3 times an hour and bounces back up to a standing position. Other times this weekend, he purposely jumped from many high places and landed in precarious positions that would have caused major fractures, broken bones, and the need for extensive surgery in older adults. I swear, his bones are made of a rubber composite. He walked away like Gumby.
On a side note, we had a wonderful Easter weekend filled with egg hunts, buckets of chocolate, bright sunny skies, and a very happy and healthy little boy just enjoying every moment. He surprised everyone with his new language . . . stringing along words that we don't know yet, and then ending it with a word we understand (usually truck). By the end of the weekend, he was singing a song - in his own language of course, but he was definitely singing. And thank GOD, he can carry a tune and inherited Daddy's vocal ability. I was holding my breath on that one.
