Thursday, January 22, 2009

Climbing Fiend

Our little man is a climby, climby son-of-a-gun. If he is physically capable of clambering up on something, he will do it. He especially likes to climb on us - trying to get up on the coffee table or over the back of the couch or...taking a header into the wall. Goober. Today he was in his crib, and I returned from the other room to find him standing on his seahorse, trying with all of his might to squirm out onto our bed. (He eventually managed this feat...yeah, no more leaving him in the crib with the side rail down!)

This boy is going to be a handful.

2 comments:

Amy said...

He's determined...isn't that a good thing? :)

Anonymous said...

Takes after his dad.

Grandpa J