Yep, She's a Climber

There are many kinds of babies in the world. Some are picky eaters, while others double-fist whatever you put on their highchair tray. Some quietly play, while others have a lot to say and don't like to be ignored. Some are observers, while others run head-long off steep ledges with frazzled mothers trailing behind, grabbing them by the belt loop at the last second as they dangle over disaster. Some shake off their boo-boos, while others cry and crawl toward the nearest comfort source for a little hug of reassurance before continuing on in play. Some are scared to let go of the couch to take their first steps independently, while others seem to have no regard for possible risks and dangers.

 After watching Clara's mobility and personality take shape in recent weeks, I can now report that she is the latter in each of these scenarios. She is walking, talking, eating, curious, daring, attention-appreciating, socially-oriented little girl, and it's so fun watching her do her thing.

And what's more, she's not only a competent walker, wandering to and fro about the house at will, she is also quite the climber. I've watched her climb up on her kids table, our ottoman, couches, end tables, hearth, rocking horse, retaining wall, and even her lower closet shelf. She will only let me hold her for about a second before she starts climbing me, which usually involves a foot planted right in my gut. We don't have much concern about her damaging furniture, and I'm happy to see her working those little muscles and developing coordination.

Now if only she new how to get back down...

We're working on it,