At the park I was reminded of another thing I love about this little guy. He is so independent now that he can climb up on the playset and march himself across the bridge to the slide all by himself. And while I thought he might wait for me to go and help him down the slide, I was wrong. He sat himself down and proudly looked over the edge at me and said "Mommee!" I suppose to make sure I was watching, and then he flew down the slide making it safely to the bottom as happy as can be!
He then went back and repeated the process, but this time he made a crash landing at the bottom and the side of his face seemed to be the thing that stopped him. He immediately cried and I rushed over to make sure he was ok. He had a mild skid mark on the side of his face and a tiny tiny bit of blood but otherwise was fine. To my surprise he only cried really till I got there and gave him a hug and then he was off again, making his way back to the slide to do it again! That is what I love about Ollie, he just gets back up and tries again. I have seen him do it a hundred times. The other one that shocks me is every time he is in the pool and goes under longer than he wants to and sucks in some water, most of us would be done but he just keeps on playing like it never happened. Here is his happy little face back to conquer the slide right after his fall:
And his successful dismount:
Picking yourself up and trying again takes a lot of courage, I hope you are always so brave little man!