I do believe congratulations are in order!
Dear Tiny Baby Pudding, this silly sentimental blog entry is dedicated to you. Ahem:
Be unafraid of jumping.
You are the work of generations
of selective engineering.
You are DNA empowered, engendered, enlivened,
Foreseen from subatomic destiny
to stand on a thousand cliffs without collapsing,
Your atoms fixed securely into a state of undispersing.
Rocks that crumble from the edge were never meant to hold you.