This week, S has mostly been scaring the living crap out of me.
She has learned how to climb. And she wants to try out her new-found skill on everything. She climbs onto furniture in seconds, then casually sits there giving herself a clap, or reading a book.
On the one hand, I’m really proud and pleased that she’s mastered this clever new skill, and seems completely fearless (Despite faceplanting the floor on more than one occasion during her escapades). On the other hand: “oh-em-effing-gee, my kid is on top of something and is likely to fall down and hurt herself and I reallllllly don’t want her to hurt herself, like, ever!”
You see the predicament in which I find myself?
For the most part, I let her carry on and explore. She likes to sit quietly on the foot stool and read my books, and is learning how to get herself down without incident. The cardboard box in the bedroom is harmless enough because it’s not so far off the ground.
I figure both are good practise for when I finally get my bed put back onto its frame; perhaps she won’t end up falling off it head first if she’s already fallen off something smaller a couple of times.
When she climbs up onto the zebra like she is in the picture, I try to look impressed, as she clearly is very impressed with herself.
And as for the table… I moved the beanbag away from it so that she couldn’t climb up again… That should be ok until she learns she can move the beanbag herself.
It really is true what they say: just when you think you’ve got it down, you know where you are and what you’re doing and how the day will go… they just go ahead and learn some new mischief you had not planned for.
It’s fantastic, isn’t it!