Climber

So, we have a climber in the family. I would have been fine never having a climber, but I'll admit it was really interesting watching the process. I used to brush Eli's teeth with him sitting on the counter, but he obviously noticed that Ali and Logan stand on the stool in the bathroom when I brush their teeth, so one day when it was his turn for teeth brushing he climbed up on the stool. As he looked around I could see him thinking, "Hey, I can reach more from up here!" Soon thereafter he noticed that the stool in the kitchen has two steps, and for a couple of days he worked on figuring out how to maneuver up and down the steps. Once he mastered that, he started pushing it all around the kitchen to reach whatever he wanted from the counters. Again, I could see him thinking, "Hey! I can reach even more from this stool!" Climbing on and pushing around the kitchen chairs wasn't far behind, and then of course he's tallest of all on the kitchen table.

Our house has been baby proofed for a long time, so mostly this climbing doesn't really bother me. If it makes them happy, for the most part I'm happy. I don't love when he stands on the chairs leaning on the chair back, and I would think he would have learned to stop doing that after he made one fall--giving him a good bonk on the head and breaking one of the rungs on my chair--but no.