All three of my trainers seem to have come to the general consensus that Emily will not jump up until she is bored to tears over her current fence height.
Haha trainers. Fine. I'll show you- I'll make this more amusing by jumping everything without stirrups.
Seriously though, since I am crooked on the flat and wiggly towards the fences, I've taken delight in dropping my stirrups to get more centered in the saddle and a deeper, more confident seat riding up to jumps. Not to mention that riding sans irons is continuing to develop my leg and heel.
Now if I could only get that same pleasure out of posting the trot without stirrups. This has the potential to be a looonnnggg winter.