First it was on top the toy bin. Then it was the couch. Today it was the bookshelf. My son has been climbing everywhere. It must be some insatiable natural urge to go up.
I’m amazed at what he can do. His little feet never stop. He must take twenty thousand steps a day. Exploring. Walking. Running. Climbing.
There’s always something more for him to do. Somewhere else to go and explore. Some other way to move around. Something to touch or study. His appetite for the new is never ending.
What a way to live. Every day is a celebration of possibility. He doesn’t want to sleep because he might miss out on something. He wakes up early with a smile on his face. He talks immediately. Pointing something out to discuss.
