Saturday, November 26, 2011

for the sake of our sanity:

we now live in the land of fallen chairs.
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that's what happens when i leave the computer open on the couch....

anyhow, this "land of fallen chairs" business means that unless we're sitting in it, the chair stays on it's side... with all the clutter cleared from the table, milo saw opportunity for reaching new heights.

i'm glad to report that he has gotten very good at descending safely from the rocking chair and rubbermade tote which have remained upright.
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Monday, November 21, 2011

ummm.... little help please?

so who's got the anti-climbing serum for my child who has not only discovered how to climb chairs, but has also discovered that if the chair is next to the dining room table, he can now reach all the forbidden treasures (like pens and bubbles and the flower vase filled with water and tigerlillies - eep!)

i guess we're back to that ever-vigilant "i've got my eye on you!" (because ears aren't enough for the moment) patrol...

on the bright side, the vase he knocked over didn't fall to the ground and break, my flowers got fresh water (i've heard you're supposed to change it regularly to help them last longer), and this will be extra incentive to keep our table clutter free.

also on the up and up (pun intended), i've been working with milo over the past several days on teaching him how to get down safely - sit down, turn around, touch your toes, then your nose... oh wait, that's something else ;P

but for realsies, my neighbor friend encouraged me to teach him how rather than letting him get frustrated over being stuck up wherever he'd gotten himself to (i was hoping it would deter him, but obviously it hadn't), and just now, as he was up on the chair and i'm sitting next to him typing away, he went through the motions i'd been teaching him, and he got DOWN from the chair. way to go, milo!

currently he's babbling at the back door, my keys in hand, trying to reach the doorknob as he pushes the keys towards it. (what a smartypants!) i don't let him play with my keys often, but i figured he deserved some kind of reward for his newest trick. :)

Saturday, November 12, 2011

watch out mount everest, he's coming for YOU!

milo's started exploring his climbing capabilities. i have not encouraged this one little bit. but i probably could have done more to prevent it, too.

he's figured out how to shift his weight to get his little torso fully on top of rubber-made totes (you know, those big blue plastic things you use when you're moving away to college), as well as the rocking chair. and while ben and i ate breakfast this morning, he somehow figured out how to get up onto one of our dining room chairs. i missed how he did it, all i know is that i looked over, and there he was, just sitting there, all proud of himself and checking out the new vantage point.

once he's up on whatever object he's most recently scaled, though, he freaks out, because he can't figure out how to get back down. i'm hoping this will be enough of a deterrent to get him to curb his climbing cravings.

Friday, November 11, 2011

close enough

tonight, as i changed milo into his fleece pajamas and 12 hour diaper, i asked him,

"do you know how loved you are, milo?"

to which he responded,

"hot?"

Thursday, November 3, 2011

fractured fairytales

while grandma and grandpa z were here, we took a trip to costco, where grandma picked up a ginormous tub of organic animal crackers for the little boy.

he loves to stick his hands in, one at a time, grabbing great big handfuls of as many cookies that he can hold in one go. i think 5 has been his record thus far.

and does he eat these delectable little treats? oh no. no no no. he drops them as he walks along, leaving them laying around on the floor, hansel and gretel style, in case he loses his way from his toys in the livingroom to the fun filled drawers of mommy's cooking gadgets in the kitchen.

i usually wind up gathering the morsels and eating them myself.

at least he's not a hoarder.