W is one tough little lady. I've learned not to freak out whenever she falls but to just stand back and wait to see if she's really hurt (I wish I would have done with H). The other day at the park, she lost balance and in slow motion fell down a stair and landed on her back. She slowly rolled over and climbed back up. Atta girl! The mulch all over her hair and back side didn't seem to slow her down. BTW, she picked out her outfit (loves H's clothes with trucks paired with pink shirts).