So my son is 17 months old now, and he suddenly started climbing last month. I knew the day would come eventually, but I can't say that I am ready for it just yet. The day started off with him climbing onto his bag of big blocks and then onto the fireplace where he joyfully squealed and flashed me his biggest, proudest smile. My heart stopped for a second as I decided whether to be upset or not. I didn't want to scare him, so I calmly got him off of the fireplace.
His next conquer was his little recliner. (I decided to grab the camera before I started to teach him what he could and could not climb.)
Shortly after that we were in the guest room folding laundry and I heard the same excited squeal and looked over and he had climbed on top of the chest at the end of the bed, and had managed to bring his cars along with him.
Later that day, he climbed onto a child sized bench stood up and gave his best "I'm the king of the world!" impression. Then he proceeded to lean forward and dove headfirst to the ground. But his feet didn't leave the bench. He caught himself and pushed himself back up, deciding it was probably better to sit down on the bench. Never mind that Mommy had that idea first.
He followed that stunt by figuring out how to climb onto a plastic platform/slide in our neighbors yard. He triumphantly stood up, waved at us and squealed with pleaure. Then a minute later he fell off, looked up stunned, accepted the help of his 4 year old friend, and got right back up.
Shortly after that he was pushing himself down the slide. At one point he didn't get his legs straightened out, so I told him he had to wait because he couldn't go down the slide on his knees, to which he responded by looking at me and promptly pushed himself down the slide on his knees. I think just to prove me wrong.
Ah, he is his mother's child.
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