We had family over to barbeque for the 4th and did a fair bit of prepping in the kitchen over the weekend. Daniel is rarely content to hang out in one room for any length of time (unless Caillou is on). So, the weekend activities were punctuated by calls of "where's Daniel?" and checking the other rooms. At one point, I walked out of the kitchen and found him standing on a chair, about to crawl across the dining table to get a mug. Later, he was standing on the footrest of his high chair with a ceramic coaster in each hand, banging them on the table. Yesterday, he climbed into a patio chair (it rocks) and bounced up and down, chattering happily.
There's no arguing his expertise in climbing up. It's the getting down that has me terrified.
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