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leap of faith

pic of the day: day 16
step 1: happy baby playing
on mom & dad's bed

step 2: happy baby sees something
he wants and launches himself
off the bed to get it. (don't worry,
mom was prepared to catch him)

 
step 3: happy baby educates
himself on the mechanics of
smart financial decision making.

this morning, john took a terrifying dive off of our bed. fortunately, i was waiting to catch him, knowing full well he was about to commando crawl himself off the edge of the bed. he had caught sight of something he wanted, and when he wants something, nothing gets in my baby's way - not even a two-foot drop off the bed.

i am going to have to watch this child. carefully. he is afraid of nothing. i have visions of swinging from chandeliers and ceiling fans when mom and dad turn their backs for even a moment. look out, world, john is all boy!

interestingly, the item that was worth diving off the bed to reach was a book. specifically, dave ramsey's "financial peace university." at least john's willing to take a leap of faith to better himself ... (insert rim shot here.)

john says, "bad joke, mom."

mom says, "get used to it, kiddo, those are mom's favorite kind." 

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