Today M, V and I went to the park across the street. A park that is conveniently across from the best Puerto Rican bakery ever. We called up the In-Laws and hit up the park together. Nothing like a little family time on a Sunday morning…
We watched V crawl all over the place…ate pastries…watched V crawl…Drank some espressos…pastries. Fresh OJ. Good times.
V (with the help of Daddy) has learned how to climb. Pretty much everyday that the two of them hit up the park, Daddy is teaching Little Man how to climb things.
Really, I think it all started during our Canadian Adventure when V encountered the lure of Nanna’s stairs and the excitement of Grampa Larry’s dining-room 2-step. This was followed by Gramma and Pop-Pop’s patio step. And further cemented by climbing in and out of the pool.
And finally, daily adventure on the climbing rock at our neighbourhood park.
So it was with limited surprise that I watched him climb up into the Papa-san, tip it backwards and fall out of it right onto his face.
And with even less surprise when I saw him climb up onto our coffee table, sit in the middle, giggle and then tip over backwards and hit his head.
And, again, with even even less surprise I watched him (with a grin on my face the whole time) climb through the first level on his changing table and land face-first into the corner of the wall, then grab a basket on the second shelf and pull it back with him.
THEN, stand on top of that basket, climb up onto the second shelf and do a header off of it onto the carpet. And then giggle.
Clearly I have some sort of super womb, as my child is indestructible.
For things to climb…. click here