The past couple of weeks has been all about climbing..Chairs of the dining table..the couch..the bed..the rocking chair..the stairs.. Attempts are on to climb in to the crib..the bath tub..the kitchen platform..the table.
In short it is about conquering what the adults can do and the little person can’t get to. So a daily scene in the house is: Trying to climb something. Even if there is support to put a foot a little higher (like the bottom rail in the chair), that is not to be used. The knee is put on the seat which is the final destination of the climb. Hands stretched out wide in order to hold on to anything that can be held. If the seat is not too high then hang and use some brute force to climb rest of the way up. Then sit on the seat, back against the back rest. Mighty pleased with self.
If the seat is too high.. dangle in the air.. try for a bit.. continue to hang on.. scream at top of the lungs to either be helped down or pulled up. If pulled up..back against the back rest. Mighty pleased with self. If helped down..Repeat.
End result – end up on the seat. Back against the back rest. Mighty pleased with self.
But..but that is not enough is it? So stand up on whatever has been climbed and conquered. Jump with joy. Don’t pay attention to where the feet land. So inevitably land on the backside with a big thud.
Final result – come crying to Maa/Paa, rubbing whatever body part is hurt. Stop crying only when Maa/Paa rub the same part for you..telling you It’s OK
This obsession of climbing is not going anywhere is it? I knew it. Better work on nerve strengthening.. Sigh
PS: While rock climbing, the person doing the climb calls out ‘Climbing’. The person belaying calls out ‘Climb on’. So that both are prepared with all equipment in place to start the climb safely.