Ingird: Future Base Jumper

At 14 months old, Ingrid can scale the big kids' playground equipment at the park with ease. I stop at the park with the kids almost every afternoon on our way home from picking up Henry from school. Ingrid almost instantly heads for the very tallest of the three slides, which is one of the twisty slides with rather low sides. I now have to position myself at the top so that I can stop her from walking straight out onto the slide and going over the edge. Usually I manage to get her to go down feet first on her belly, but the other day all I could do was get her to sit on her bottom before she scooted out of my reach. She shot herself down the slide, whizzed off the end, and did a face plant. In the next instant, her face popped up - entirely caked in the wood chips - and she started laughing her little head off. Word on the playground is that I'm a shoe in for Mother of the Year if Ingrid survives relatively unscathed to her second birthday.