As I type this, the wunderkind is perched on top of my oak step stool and making his way to the seat of the futon. Poor sweet Niles was having a nice lie-down in the sun; he has now, resentfully, moved to the window where he is watching A to determine if this was a fluke or a development. Sadly for Niles and me, it's a development.
Now we can climb up things. Whee!
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You never have as much control over them as you do when they are in utero. Next he'll be walking! I will pray for you!
Yes, the walking's not too far at all, but I thought he'd walk before he climbed. Silly me! This is just like when I thought he'd be potty trained and bringing me freshly-baked croissants and translations of Le Monde by now.
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