Willow is climbing on everything.
She pulls herself up onto the chairs around the kitchen table, onto the couch and the love seat and onto tables and trunks throughout the house. She pulls herself up and down the steps and stairs all over the place.
Her latest feat? She can pull herself onto the tall chairs at the kitchen bar. These chairs are roughly twice as high as the chairs around the kitchen table. No matter. She somehow plops her stomach onto the seat of the chair, grabs the opposite edges of the seat and starts shimmying her legs all over until she's pulled her buttom up.
With such an effort this morning, she earned the right to eat breakfast with Daddy at the kitchen bar. This was a messy affair, but no more messy than if she were in a high chair (except that I usually avoid getting fruit cocktail syrup all over my arm when she's in a high chair).
I'm going to have to get used to it, though.
I know better than to think this is just a phase. No. Willow is growing up, and that means up, UP, UP!!!
She pulls herself up onto the chairs around the kitchen table, onto the couch and the love seat and onto tables and trunks throughout the house. She pulls herself up and down the steps and stairs all over the place.Her latest feat? She can pull herself onto the tall chairs at the kitchen bar. These chairs are roughly twice as high as the chairs around the kitchen table. No matter. She somehow plops her stomach onto the seat of the chair, grabs the opposite edges of the seat and starts shimmying her legs all over until she's pulled her buttom up.
With such an effort this morning, she earned the right to eat breakfast with Daddy at the kitchen bar. This was a messy affair, but no more messy than if she were in a high chair (except that I usually avoid getting fruit cocktail syrup all over my arm when she's in a high chair).
I'm going to have to get used to it, though.
I know better than to think this is just a phase. No. Willow is growing up, and that means up, UP, UP!!!
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