My son is a climber.
Like seriously. The other day he was in his high chair and I turned around and he was standing on the tray with his hands on the back and one foot over the side about to jump off. This is new territory for me. Miss B. was always happy to stay put on the floor and play with her toys. She NEVER got into things.
Or on top of them. He's only ten months, but the crib is already in the lowest position because he tried to climb out of that too. He has long legs (from his daddy, not me) and if he can get he leg on something, he climbs it.
So gone are my days of putting him somewhere safe for a little while while I get something done. Because with the climbing on top of stuff, comes the falling off of stuff.
What goes up . . .
ReplyDeleteI, too was a climber:
My dad was in a large hotel, visiting with the manager. They were chatting about the recently installed chandelier which hung some fifty feet off the floor. The manager was lamenting about how on earth they would clean it. Dad said, "Clean it! I have a daughter who will climb it!"
I survived my climbing phase. And now, the pendulum has swung the other way. I can't stand on a chair without getting woozy.
So just wait fifty years or so. It'll sort itself out . . .
Oh no!!! My eldest was just like this! Eyes in the back of your head time, for sure!
ReplyDeleteWell he will keep you running around for sure! But isn't it great to watch them explore? :)
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