Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Houston, We Have A Climber ...

In a matter of minutes, Beatrice Kate has gone from hardly mobile to OMG.SHE'S.EVERYWHERE. To add insult to injury, she's also taken to climbing a little too well. Oh, and she can scale anything. Two days ago, Casey caught her one leg up our linen closet shelves.

It started out innocently enough. Oh, how sweet. She's climbed through the chair legs:

Then, overnight she started constructing elaborate scaling expeditions in an effort to bust out of Baby Jail. At first, she utilized the simple, everyday items at her disposal:
Who puts books in a basket anyway? This'll show them ...

Followed by more clever tactics such as pushing items across the room to create modified stair cases:
Looking a little too smug for my liking ...

I blame her father for this. It's his engineering brain that's responsible for her ability to problem solve so freakin' well. My problem is that I don't know the point at which I should step in. Do I race to her aide every time I see her start an ascent? Or, do I wait for her to fall off of something, possibly get hurt and then let her "Learnt a Lessin"?
Huh? Oh, I was just... checking out this table from a new angle. That's all.
This parenting stuff needs a manual sometimes.


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