It is official. We have a climber on our hands.
Caleb just turned 18 months, and the world is his jungle gym. I was hit by a stomach bug/food poisoning (not sure which it officially was) on Thursday night, so Husband-of-the-Year Steve got Seth ready and took him to school while I laid on the couch trying not to think about the potentially undercooked salmon I had eaten the night before. Caleb was parked in front of the tv by Mother-of-the-Year (but I think I catch a break for using the tv as a babysitter when I am sick) and I accidentally dosed off. When I opened my eyes I found him standing
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Oh, the carefree life of a toddler that has no idea of the pain he will be in for if Mom or Dad are not there to rescue him one of these days. If he is really unlucky, he will catch Seth on a bad day, and Seth just MIGHT be curious to see what happens if he gives Caleb just a little push off one of his high perches.