Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Reagan the Expeditionist

I was standing in the kitchen the other day, cleaning up our lunch mess, when I hear Gracie say, "Uh...mom...loook." What did I turn around to see?


My one year old perched atop the kitchen table. And he was looking pretty happy with himself, too.
Great.

Please, someone, anyone, tell me I'm not the only mother who has birthed children that are part monkey part mountain goat, cause my kids think they have to climb everything! The girls have pretty much grown up and out of that phase, but it looks like we get to start all over again. :)

Like his sisters before him, Reagan discovered how to shimmy his way out of his high chair and onto the table. And just last night as we were all in the living room, we watched as he figured out how to climb onto the entertainment center to tightrope along in front of the television set. Up next: barstools and kitchen countertops...it's inevitable. Sigh. Another year of heart-attack inducing fun coming my way!

It's hard to be aggravated at this face, though. 


Gosh dang.

But seriously, I'm a little bit frightened by this one in particular. Not only does he already have mad climbing skills, but he's the only one of my children who has ever shown any interest in playing with kitchen stove knobs. And this child loves knives. Like, I don't know what it is about knives that he finds so appealing, but don't you dare leave the dishwasher open around him, because he will try to swipe a knife and run. And scissors. Those are awesome, too.

It's going to be an exciting toddlerhood, haha. Reagan is lucky that I can't even look at that second picture without wanting to kiss the computer screen. Now I know why God put a special place in a mama's heart for her sons. Those baby blues are gonna save his hide. :)

My brother Roger was well-known for being a climber, too. My mom would find him hanging upside down on the outside of his crib rails in the morning. And he'll never live down the time that he made it to the top of the refrigerator, where he dumped an entire jar of honey all over his head. Ahaha...we can laugh about it now. The headaches of today become the legends of tomorrow. :D But please son, go easy on your poor mom. I'm already a little nutty as it is. 

Ha, happy Tuesday!


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