I find myself saying this multiple times throughout the day. Between Nathan's confidence in walking and determination to run, he is falling left and right. Most of the time he is fine, just a little caught off guard but his go-to reaction every time seems to be crying. So Will and I are trying to brush it off and teach him that not every stumble is that bad. If we don't make a big deal over it, maybe Nathan won't?
So while Nathan tries to master the art of running, I'll be trying to master the art of casually acting like his face-plants are no big deal, while inside I'm cringing and fighting the urge to scoop up my baby and say "Are you ok????"