Climbing Mt. Everest...or the couch...whichever is closer...and easier come to think of it...It better be the couch!

My son is a climber.

Today I found him standing on the back of the couch trying to see out the window.

It wouldn't be so bad if he could learn not to fall. (No damage except to his pride)

This can be entertaining however. One of his favorite climbing spots is the coffee table in the living room. (See picture in earlier post) Yesterday he climbed onto it and walked around for a minute. Then he sat down and shimmied forward so that his legs were hanging over the side of the table. He swung his legs and giggled at them. Or me, but I hope it was his own actions he was laughing at and not a early childhood realization that dad is actually not as smart as he looks....and he doesn't look that smart!

After awhile he decided to shuffle back a bit to stand up so that he could walk around again but sort of last his balance backwards. It would have been simple to let himself roll slowly onto his back and then recover but he fought it. He stayed in this half collapsing form for around twenty seconds as he tried to sit back up but couldn't. Think halfway up on a crunchie - if I did that for as long as he did I would not be able to type right now, I would hurt too much. During this time, as he fought gravity and jerked his tiny body several times to straighten up, he managed to twist 45% and slide sideways about 6 inches.

As expected he finally decided to let gravity take over. YEP! You guessed it. He was now at the edge of the table and leaning backwards off of it. His feet shot straight up and then he tumbled down.

He was not happy with this turn of events.

I laughed through the tears, his tears that is. (Does that make me a bad parent of just normal?)

Before you feel too bad for him I have to point out that the story doesn't end there. Once he was done crying, about 12 seconds later, he grabbed one of his books and climbed back up onto the table where he promptly started to walk randomly while trying to read his book!!!!

I miss having no fear and a 20 second memory. At least as I grow older I know I will get one of those back.

One of.....what...back? I was saying something....I think it was important. Oh well, it'll come to me eventually. I just hope that no one thinks I am strange because of.... what was I afraid of? ...What was I talking about?

Someone's at the door, I'd better go hide.