My grandma always told me stories of my mom and how big of a climber she was when she was little. She'd always say, "If I wanted to find Lynn, I'd look up!".
I think that little piece of my mom is coming out in my baby.
He climbs everything! It ranges from the exercise equipment to the backs of the kitchen chairs...and everything else in between.
|Getting into the walker he no longer needs|
|Pulling himself into the Rhino|
|On top of the table|
Sometimes it's safe to snap a picture. Other times, not so much.
A heart attack is what will be the end of me.