Somewhere, Karma is snickering and thinking back to the torment I put my mother through. Something about breaking 10+ bones in about fifteen years comes into play.
My sons newest daredevil stunt? Standing on the table to dance. One day I walked into the living room to find him dancing on the coffee table. I can deal with that – it’s only a foot or so off the ground. And it’s pretty big so he isn’t as likely to dance off the side of it.
Then earlier this week my son climbed up a 3.5ft step ladder that was left out and danced on it (Which resulted in a fall but thankfully no injury!)
He’s always been a climber. He learned to move toys next to the couch and climb them to get onto the couch to then access the back of the couch at only 8 months.
Somehow, thankfully!, he hasn’t learned how to climb out of his crib yet. That will happen any day now. I can picture it now… Rolling over in the middle of the night to find myself nose to nose with D standing next to the bed with a big grin on his face.
I’m waiting for the day I find him on the roof.
Do your kids throw caution to the wind? Where’s the worst place you’ve found them?