Rather than learning to walk, Max seems to be taking his movement skills in an even more vertical direction, and apparently has some internal checklist of every climbable piece of furniture in our house. He has been climbing the couch for awhile now, and attempting to go from there to the sweet, forbidden land of the computer desk. More recently, he achieved the summit of the rocking chair, and has used this launching pad to try scaling the vertical blinds and to climb onto the piano. Max is not the kind of guy to rest on his laurels, however. The other day, I turned my back for, like, two seconds, and when I turned back, this picture was before me. What I mind the most about this is not so much that he can now evidently climb the kitchen chairs. What disturbs my sleep at night is the look on his face, as he contemplates the new and destructive forms of mayhem this accomplishment opens up for him. If he can climb the kitchen chairs, he can access the kitchen table. If he can access the kitchen table, he can spill/smear/break/scatter any dish or substance his unwary parents leave out for him. His future is looking bright, indeed.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
New Frontiers
Rather than learning to walk, Max seems to be taking his movement skills in an even more vertical direction, and apparently has some internal checklist of every climbable piece of furniture in our house. He has been climbing the couch for awhile now, and attempting to go from there to the sweet, forbidden land of the computer desk. More recently, he achieved the summit of the rocking chair, and has used this launching pad to try scaling the vertical blinds and to climb onto the piano. Max is not the kind of guy to rest on his laurels, however. The other day, I turned my back for, like, two seconds, and when I turned back, this picture was before me. What I mind the most about this is not so much that he can now evidently climb the kitchen chairs. What disturbs my sleep at night is the look on his face, as he contemplates the new and destructive forms of mayhem this accomplishment opens up for him. If he can climb the kitchen chairs, he can access the kitchen table. If he can access the kitchen table, he can spill/smear/break/scatter any dish or substance his unwary parents leave out for him. His future is looking bright, indeed.
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3 comments:
sweet!
yep he's a boy alright
man I would climb me some trees back in the day... my mom would go nuts
Mike, I'm afraid that boys don't have a corner on the 'climbing to destroy' market. Julia is one case in point.
That is the perfect "lil' devil" picture. You can tell he is up to something.
Trees are da bomb! There were these trees out infront of my neighbor's house that were the best climbing trees! All the kids in the neighborhood stood in shock and awe when they were cut down. Cryin' shame. You just don't find good climbing trees these days!
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