I turned around, and Sam was sitting on the kitchen table. We have officially started climbing. The chairs, the couch, the stroller, the bathtub, me ... My chairs now look like they are in a line-up, all pushed against the wall as far away from anything dangerous as possible.
I think this was all triggered by a visit to Sam Houston, when Sam discovered he could climb the steps and go down the slide on the playground. We did it about a gagillion times. This was after he took a 15 minute hike down the orange trail, and then sat down ... I had to carry him out.
We went home, me with the memories and him with a butt full of sand and a mouth full of S'mores.
The next day the climbing commenced.
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Oh geez. Wait 'til he masters the crib like Caroline and you hear him playing in the toilet at 2am. Oh good times!
Lisa
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