About a month ago, C was racing around our house and crash-landed on the kitchen floor. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I do know that I used the phrase, "Was that a body or a ball that I just heard?" And after a moment's hesitation, he called back to me, "Well, it was a body." He picked himself up and continued playing but soon began to complain of pain "inside" his knee. When he was still limping an hour later, we called our chiropractor who did a quick at-home adjustment before heading to the movies. (Small town perks) It turns out that he had twisted his knee just out of place when he crashed on our floor, and after a quick pop, he was good as new.
Last night, we had almost an exact repeat of the first injury. Only this time, we had to wait out the night before we could see the doc. When Mase took him in to the chiropractor's office this morning, they took his height and weight and officially announced that he's part of the 40/40 club. He's 40 inches tall and 40 pounds heavy. He's growing up in so many ways and he's one big, happy, boy.