On Facebook, I recently asked if all two year old boys believe that they are crash test dummies, and from the replies...yep. Yes they do. At least the majority.
Jack does not know the meaning of the word cautious (well...literally he doesn't, but you know what I mean here, right?). He is nothing short of terrifying when he gets going. Just last week we were sitting together on the couch while I nursed Luke, and he was fidgeting around.
Next thing I knew he had used his legs like a spring to push himself off of the back of the couch. Catapulted onto his own head as his legs flipped over his body, landing flat on his back. I was FREAKING OUT. I put Luke down and rushed to get Jack, who popped right up, laughed maniacally, and yelled "I GOT A BOO-BOO", then ran straight into the Christmas Tree.
And as scary as that was, it's really not an unusual occurrence. I just...I just...boys are SO weird.
Two nights ago he had another scare, we woke to a loud thump and the sound of Jack screaming. Matt and I flew out of bed, completely disoriented from sleep and totally terrified. We ran down the hall to his room to find him laying on the floor. He must have either tried to climb over the rail of his bed, or somehow managed to roll over it...but my money is on the climbing.
Sadly that one earned an injury...
From the looks of things you would assume he is being raised by a pack of wolves.
I'd ask those of you with older boys if they grew out of it, but I think I already know the answer...