Blue Jeans is a climber. My other two luckily were not, but this one will climb on anything and everything he can. First it was the walker toy/car that he would roll over to my desk and precariously balance on as the wheels rolled back and forth so he could slam on the keyboard. Or he’d roll it over to the table and stand on it to be up with the big boys. Didn’t matter how many times it rolled out from underneath him. He would roll it right back over crying in pain from the bump on his head. I removed that little vehicle from the room so he wouldn’t be tempted again. Next it was the books bin. He would dump out all the books on the floor and then go to my desk to repeat the process. That time, he figured out the benefits of standing on mom’s rolling, spinning desk chair-“Look Ma, No hands!”. I removed that bin from the room opting for a pile of books on the floor rather than having my 1 year old do circus trapeze acts while on a spinning chair. Next it was his baskets of toys. Dump out the baskets, push them over to the desired higher location and climb, thereby breaking my nice decorator baskets in his attempts to reach new heights. The baskets are now often on the top counter in the kitchen where he can only see them and whine with his little hand pleadingly pointing at them. Today, with none of the regular resources left to him, he got into the tupperware cupboard, dumped out all the tupperware, pushed the bin over to the table and stood up on it. He then turned to grin at me with the most mischeiouvous and triumphant grin of utter glee that said, “Face it, Mom, you can’t keep a good man down!” I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud and got out my camera.

Needless to say we’ll be having some lessons about how we don’t climb on the table in the near future. And hopefully my little photo shoot won’t undermine them!