Yesterday, I took a quick shower and when I got out, I could hear him in his room singing Jingle Bells so I knew he was fine. I got dressed and went in to check on him. After my initial scan, I didn't see him...as I looked again, my heart dropped. My toddler was Sitting. On. The. Changing. Table.
I know I have a pretty solid case of pregnancy brain, but I remember very clearly setting him on the ground after I changed his last diaper. I knew I didn't leave him up there. I put him down, told him he wasn't allowed to climb up there, distracted him with a truck and ran across the hall to get my shoes on since we were about to leave. I was literally gone for about 23 seconds, and when I came back, I found this:
He was back up there! In 23 seconds! So not only can he scale the tallest piece of furniture in his room, he can do it at super speed and he thinks it's funny.
I obviously had to encourage him to do it one more time so I could see exactly how he was doing it. I took a video....
So, obviously things are moved around now and there are no short pieces of furniture next to tall pieces of furniture, but I still feel a tiny bit of anxiety every time I go to check on him...I never know what I'll find him on top of.
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