Tyler is all boy. I've never heard of girls doing the things he does. Last night, he kept running from one end of the couch to the other, intentionally falling onto the arm of the couch. When he gets wound up these days, he likes to climb up on his rocking chair and jump off the edge. He could jump off and land on his feet if he wanted to, but chooses to take a big fall as he lands. He yells "two" as he does this, because Daddy always counts one, two, three before catching Tyler off the edge of the pool, the counter, or whatever he may be jumping off of. So "two" is Tyler's way of warning us he is about to take a leap. Not much of a warning and we'd really prefer he includes all three numbers so at least we have a chance to run over and catch him as he stands on the edge of the chair, coffee table or bathtub. Wait, what am I saying? We'd really prefer he wouldn't do this stunt-training jumping at all. But he's all boy. So I guess I am more accepting of it. Now, if Gramma saw him jumping off the rocking chair she gave him for Christmas and landing on his knees, hands, face or whatever hits the ground first, she'd have a fit.