I looked up and Anthony, who had been calmly eating his tortilla while seated in the yellow chair, had somehow scaled the table. See how proud he is?
I guess every family has to have one. I’ve finally met mine. Though I do wonder how much birth order has to do with it. Bella might have been as much of a climber and as into things as Anthony is but since she was my only one when she was this age, I was able to keep my eye on her at all times.
A short time later and he was climbing this ladder! Oh, baby boy! He was not so successful getting down and so hasn’t attempted it again.
See, no fear! He sees the others climbing and swinging and doesn’t see why he shouldn’t too.
This is why his face and head are constantly covered in bruises and scrapes.
The wagon only contained him for a little while. Then he figured out how to climb down. Of course.
All tired out. I put him down in the chair when he fell asleep in my arms right before we were heading out to the store. Bella adorned him with some of her fabric bits.
Eating pancakes with Bella in our Sunday after-Mass ritual. It was a fine day so the kids were dining al fresco.
Blowing raspberries with pizza all over his face.
A rare sight: all four of my gang playing happily together in the sandbox.