This has become my phrase of the month. Over the last week, Eli has become a climbing machine. He can now climb onto the couch by himself. Now, you might be thinking that's no big deal, or maybe "my kid did that way before yours", but we have very tall couches and it's quite a feat to climb up them. I mean, the edge of the couch comes up to his chest! So, he's finally built up the strength to pull himself up onto the couch and every other chair in the house. For the first time last night, I caught him trying to climb onto the rolling kitchen chairs, yikes! I don't mind if he climbs, but my rule is, he has to sit on his bottom or he has to get down. Which is tough, cause I'll take him down and then he climbs right back up.
And then some things he tries to climb up are just pure lunacy. Like the island in the kitchen, whose edge juts out over the shelf he steps onto. So when he climbs up it, he's almost at a 45 degree angle hanging right above the ceramic tile floor. It's a scary enough scene to practically stop my heart when I find him doing that.
I have to keep in mind (all the time) that even though I tell him something a million times, I am going to have to tell him a million times more before he gets it. Which can be one of the most frustrating things about parenting, and I'm sure causes many people to give up teaching their children discipline.
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