The climbing gene

This is our climber. He's really a climber. Anything and anyone is fair game for him to climb. He likes to get on the sofa, and then try to get on the bookshelves or the piano. We really have to stop him.

However, there is not point to stopping him when all he wants to do is climb on boxes. It really is a treat to have him climb on them instead of dumping them out. At least this way there is less clean up for Jon and I to do.

He really does climb people. If you are holding him, he sometimes sticks his butt out and starts to try to climb up you. If you are laying on the floor, sofa, a chair...whatever....he is just going to climb over you. He has no notion of what a neck is, or that eyes are fragile. He simply like to climb.

He didn't get the climbing gene from me. I don't like to climb. I am scared of heights. He must have gotten it from his father....just like the punk gene :)