Look Out, 2020 Summer Games

because your men's gymnastic gold medalist is already working it...





Note to self: Hang some curtains, put a picture or two up on the wall and maybe play the "clean up" game with the kid a little more often. Just sayin'....

But he's cute, right? This is the life skill Husband decided to teach Ethan last weekend. We've been honing it to a fine art all. week. long. The best part? When he says, "Mommy do it!" and I have to climb up onto the little wooden IKEA chair behind the couch and heave myself over onto the cushions below with mock exertion and, let's be honest, feigned enthusiasm. There's only so much couch jumping mama can do before A.) the cushions sag irreparably and B.) the game loses its luster.

Well, at least for me. It is, seemingly, a game of endless glee and possibilities for the little man. One time he might land on his head (every mother's favorite position to see her kid land in, no?), and the next, he flips himself like a pole vaulter onto his back 1/2 way over the couch.

So clearly, just what sport he competes in during the 2020 games remains to be seen. And who knows, if we truly become a society of couch potatoes, perhaps couch-jumping will itself an Olympic feat by the time he's ready for competition.

Here's hoping...