Davis is all boy from driving his cars around making shifting noises to walking around the house with his Native American spear. He is completely rough and tumble, jumping on his mattress and poking out your eyes if he gets the chance. His current favorite pass time is climbing up the arm of the couch, standing straight up, saying “Ready, Ready,” just before launching himself into the sofa cushions. He’s not allowed on the deck anymore without super close supervision because I just know that he would figure out a way to jump over the railing. I fear that this madness will only get worse, the stunts more daring. I think maybe God gave me this fearless adventurer just to make me realize that being nervous and afraid really isn’t an option.