This morning Leif stretched and stretched. He was on his tippy toes and he finally got his hands on top of the bathroom vanity. The goal was my blow dryer. I sat there watching him do this.
Here's what scares me... hands on the vanity, goal in sight, feet pull up and are searching for the drawer edge to push up higher as he is HANGING by his fingers from the tile. The drawer wasn't even open, yet he seems to know what purpose exactly that bottom drawer serves... a stair.
I am so in trouble. He can't even walk yet, but he is trying to climb.
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