Ryder is in the process of discovering his imagination. He can't tell what is real and what is pretend. He and a little friend were playing in the backyard. His friend told him there was a big shark in the grass. Ryder ran inside and absolutely refused to go back out, even after I showed him there was no shark. He also managed to convince himself that the lion pinata at a birthday party was real and made me carry him around ("Mommy, hold you!") until it was taken down.
Ryder has never been much of a climber, but recently has started experimenting more with heights. He has had several tumbles from the kitchen stools and off our bed. Hasn't phased him much though. Good thing that big head of his is so tough.
I don't get a lot of these moments anymore. Nothing warmer than a sleepy toddler.