"I climbed the unclimbable mountain! Bow down before me for I am your king!"
Abbie’s scrape around the eye is healing up nicely. Yesterday the scab fell off, possibly after being scraped during another fall, and all that remains is a pink spot where the scab was and a bruise on the forehead. The bruise isn’t very noticeable, though, it’s mostly hidden behind her hair and it’s pretty small, I have fruit right now with bigger bruises.* Her wounds have healed to the point where I feel confident in taking her out in public and people will notice my “just showered yesterday” odor instead of what a horrible father I am for letting her collect such horrible abrasions. She apparently misses her disappearing injuries because she’s doing her best to collect another one by climbing on everything.
Inside the house, Abbie is mostly climbing on furniture. All of our furniture is still too tall for her to successfully mount, but that doesn’t stop her from slapping her hands down for traction and trying to swing her leg up, and then whining when she fails. One day I’m going to return from the kitchen and drop my freshly buttered slice of banana bread trying to catch her as she dives headfirst from the top of the couch. She loves trying to climb on the couch, probably because that’s where we hide fragile items that we don’t want her to touch like remotes and cats. Once she can climb furniture, the cats will have nowhere to hide except for under the furniture, but with they rate they’re fattening up, it’s just a matter of time before they’re too rotund to squeeze under the dresser. She also likes trying to climb the dining room chairs, which is a little frightening because her weight concentrated on one side would be enough to tip one over and cause some bruising when she hit the linoleum that would surely attract the authorities. Her favorite indoor obstacle to ascend is the bed. Her fondness for the bed may stem from the fact that her favorite people are always on it, namely mommy, daddy, dog, and kitties. She may also like the bed because she can bounce about its surface without fear of injury, unless of course she bounces too close to the edge and falls off the bed, but we’re attentive parents who would never let her wander into such a dangerous location, and if even we did let her fall once or twice there’s nothing down there that would leave a mark so you couldn’t prove anything.
Of course there are lots of objects for her to climb to face-scraping heights outside as well. You may remember that I said she loves it when I help her climb on the neighbor’s deck and toddle back and forth. She still loves their deck, but she now can scale their approximately 18-inch tall deck and scare the bejeebers out of the neighbors with no assistance from me. At least, she could scare the neighbors if they were home, but they’ve been out of town at the Sturgis motorcycle rally ever since she acquired her new climbing ability, which is probably a good thing because you could just imagine what the kind of people who visit the Sturgis motorcycle rallies would do if they caught her trespassing on their deck. She also loves climbing the playground equipment in the park. The equipment has a series of five progressively elevated platforms leading up to an 8-foot square crow’s nest area. These platforms are apparently elevated about 19-inches apart because they’re just barely too tall for climb by herself, not that that stops her from trying and whining when she fails. I have to grab her hand and help lift, but she will zoom right up these platforms where she can tromp back and forth high above the ground below, much higher than even daddy can step unassisted. This crow’s nest is enclosed behind fencing, except for a slide, a ladder, and platform access, which is a good thing because she could really collect some interesting abrasions if she fell from that height.
* That reminds me, I need to make banana bread today.
Inside the house, Abbie is mostly climbing on furniture. All of our furniture is still too tall for her to successfully mount, but that doesn’t stop her from slapping her hands down for traction and trying to swing her leg up, and then whining when she fails. One day I’m going to return from the kitchen and drop my freshly buttered slice of banana bread trying to catch her as she dives headfirst from the top of the couch. She loves trying to climb on the couch, probably because that’s where we hide fragile items that we don’t want her to touch like remotes and cats. Once she can climb furniture, the cats will have nowhere to hide except for under the furniture, but with they rate they’re fattening up, it’s just a matter of time before they’re too rotund to squeeze under the dresser. She also likes trying to climb the dining room chairs, which is a little frightening because her weight concentrated on one side would be enough to tip one over and cause some bruising when she hit the linoleum that would surely attract the authorities. Her favorite indoor obstacle to ascend is the bed. Her fondness for the bed may stem from the fact that her favorite people are always on it, namely mommy, daddy, dog, and kitties. She may also like the bed because she can bounce about its surface without fear of injury, unless of course she bounces too close to the edge and falls off the bed, but we’re attentive parents who would never let her wander into such a dangerous location, and if even we did let her fall once or twice there’s nothing down there that would leave a mark so you couldn’t prove anything.
Of course there are lots of objects for her to climb to face-scraping heights outside as well. You may remember that I said she loves it when I help her climb on the neighbor’s deck and toddle back and forth. She still loves their deck, but she now can scale their approximately 18-inch tall deck and scare the bejeebers out of the neighbors with no assistance from me. At least, she could scare the neighbors if they were home, but they’ve been out of town at the Sturgis motorcycle rally ever since she acquired her new climbing ability, which is probably a good thing because you could just imagine what the kind of people who visit the Sturgis motorcycle rallies would do if they caught her trespassing on their deck. She also loves climbing the playground equipment in the park. The equipment has a series of five progressively elevated platforms leading up to an 8-foot square crow’s nest area. These platforms are apparently elevated about 19-inches apart because they’re just barely too tall for climb by herself, not that that stops her from trying and whining when she fails. I have to grab her hand and help lift, but she will zoom right up these platforms where she can tromp back and forth high above the ground below, much higher than even daddy can step unassisted. This crow’s nest is enclosed behind fencing, except for a slide, a ladder, and platform access, which is a good thing because she could really collect some interesting abrasions if she fell from that height.
* That reminds me, I need to make banana bread today.
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