ready, jump!

Late last week, Bridget started jumping. At least, she thinks she's jumping. And it's one of the cutest things I've ever seen (apart from the way she says, "Wow!" or "Whoa!" when she sees something that amazes or surprises her).

On Friday or Saturday night, I noticed that Bridget would step up onto our fireplace landing, step to the edge, swing her arms back, and step off. I noticed that she was doing this because she'd then look at me, clap, and say, "Yay!" expecting me to do the same. The way she was swinging her arms back and bending her knees made it pretty obvious what she was trying to do: jump, probably just like the big kids at daycare do. It became a game. She'd step up onto the bricks and walk to the edge, I'd say, "Ready? Jump!" and she'd swing her arms back, bend her knees, and step off and look at me like she'd accomplished something so big, so grand, I couldn't help but be amazed and cheer. She's so pleased with herself that she's kept it up every night since (and apparently did it without the arm-swinging the day before I saw it) and has Al and me cheering up a storm. Yay, Bridget!