Daredevil

I think I am reaping some of what Brian sowed as a child. From the stories I have been told of Brian and John, they managed to pull all kinds of stunts and get into mischief. Matthew is a daredevil. He is increasing my number of gray hairs. He has no fear. If it can be climbed, he is going to try to climb it (you can't tell him that he is too little - he will still try).

If it can be jumped from, he is going to jump off.

He will go over, around or through any obstacle.

In his mind, if it is fun to go down the slide normally, then it must be even more fun to go down head first or sideways. He wants to run, gallop, skip and jump all the time.

Over Mother's Day weekend, my dad (Pappy) helped Matthew climb a small tree at my grandma's house. Once Matthew got about 4 and a half feet off the ground, he let go of the branch and fell out.

He landed flat on his back with a thud that knocked the wind out of him. Did he cry - oh no, he brushed his hands off and climbed back up the tree.

I was too busy taking pictures to actually react to the fall. Ever since then he wants to climb trees.