Clare is sorta a climber.
I've been sending some forwards from my phone of the various places we find her.
It's not as if we are totally ignoring her or anything. Our house is pretty small, so if I'm in the kitchen making dinner and she's in the dining room (which is now baby jail), we are all of 7 feet away from each other.
Per her demonstration on Christmas morning, she mistakenly identified her kitchen as a climber. It's grow-with-me quality that was once so endearing is now just an easy step up to higher things.
Several times we've found her on the dining room table. She pushes her kitchen up to the table and can climb up from there. She likes to bang the glass vases together.
On Thursday and Friday of this week, she was exceptionally active and managed to climb lots and lots of fun stuff, such as, the table, her art easel and my personal favorite, my retirement home Tablemate (google it...it's freakin' awesome). She also uses her grocery cart as a "leg up" so to speak, for objects that are hard to reach.
It's not that she doesn't fall either. She's just a "tank" and doesn't even care when she falls. I'm sure that trait will come in handy when she turns 21.
Another new fav on her list is making my head explode. Clare takes a big drink of milk or water and then lets the milk pool in her mouth and spill out. It's disgusting.
I hope all is well and everyone had a great weekend!
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