A typical day for Noah...
Some morning stretches on a plastic tub.
Let's go surfin' now / Everybody's learning how / Come on and a safari [Hey!] with me
But how can you be mad at this shana punim?
Now we move on to chair aerobics. (Why sit when you can stand?)
Quick reading break
(in the book box).
(in the book box).
One day I came out of the house to find Noah plotting his Mt. Everest ascent, minus pants.
(I had to start taking the slide down while I cook dinner.)
Now what?
(For the longest time, he was afraid of the platform at the top and didn't figure out how to slide down, so he'd just wait for someone to lift him off. Hmm... who's in charge of whom here?)
To give you a sense of scale... Yes, it's a far drop. Luckily I figured out that if he wears soft shoes, they're too slippery to climb the ladder. (Then he outgrew them.)
Back inside... I'm ready to eat!
Ah, made it! Now, what do you have to do to get a sandwich around here?!
He's pretty agile and has figured out how to climb down things, too. But yes, Grandmas, we still keep a close eye on him.
Onward and upward, the safari never stops. xo,
Glenn
This is why God gives families a second child. (Or in your case, Glenn, a third.) We were the Best. Parents. Ever. until our wild child arrived. It's not a boy thing. Grace climbed everything. We had to duct tape her diapers on because she ripped them off and flinged them around the house. And she made three trips to the E.R. by the time she was 17 months. Hang on for the ride! Can't wait for your visit. Wrigley will herd Noah into a corner.
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