Dear Little –
Last Friday was the first time that I felt my sole job was just to keep you alive for the day. New discoveries included a newfound love of jumping on (and off) of things, standing in the window sill, hugging the arthritic dog (bad idea!), an attempt at getting out of a full bathtub soaking wet, and figuring out that you can open and reach inside of the knife drawer. A quick baby-proofing experiment later, and some redirection techniques seemed to work well, but you’re learning so fast, and it’s hard to keep up.
You blissfully kept on keeping on, as it were. That being said, it could have been worse.
In addition, you’ve learned to say “No”, and “Oh No!” which, made things so much more fun.
We need to get you a membership to the rock gym.