Sofa King
Peanut is finally tall enough to climb up on the sofa. (His pseudo, blog name Peanut DOES not come from his salty goodness.)
Now that he can climb on the sofa, there are no more quick runs to the ladies room while he plays quietly beside the sofa. Oh no. He's up on that sofa the second my ass has left the room. And he's running back and forth on the sofa. Falling over the back of the sofa. Throwing all the cushions on the floor.
And I thought my house was a disaster before.
This whole climbing thing needs to be nipped in the bud. NIPPED. IN. THE. BUD.
Where the hell is Barney Fife when I need something nipped? Oh, he died? God rest his soul.
I have shelves, people. And I've not properly child-proofed my home, so they're not attached to the wall. He is going to get smushed by those shelves. It's bound to happen.
I've heard about kids climbing out of their cribs. Don't think I that I think that I'm immune. No sir. He's going to topple head first out of his crib. We're counting the days 'til this happens.
What's next? Am I going to find this boy-turned-monkey scaling the side of the house to perch himself on the roof?
Or is going to set his sights higher, to say, the circus? Or maybe Mt. freaking Everest?
I don't have that whole daredevil gene. Unfortunately he got it from his Daddy. Damn, those testicles.
For now, I'll be planted firmly on the sofa (except for my frequent, tandem trips to the toilet) playing the role of "safety net."
On a completely different note, I was awarded the Thinking Blogger Award by Lene at Families are Like Fudge!!!! Stop laughing, I really was awarded. I'll post on this later and pass out my own awards.
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Maybe Peanut will incidently throw the cusions on the floor before he takes a stage dive off the couch? :)
Haha! I've BTDT! I'd like to say it's a phase and will pass but alas, I'm still dealing with daredevil moves from the couch myself. Boys!
Hate to tell you this, but it really is a boy thang and they don't really ever grow out of it. Sorry.
(laughing) When CJ started climbing up on things, it was the first of many falls on the head. It can't be helped, I think it's developmentally necessary.
OHHH! I know your pain! My son is now 2+ and do you know what his favorite past time is? Jumping from one chairback to the couch (about 3ft apart?). He also like to try to jump off the back of the couch (we have a sectional so one side isn't against a wall). He also likes to jump from things onto US. Wait until he figures he can pull his ride on toy up to his dresser and climb on top...been there too...
Yeah... my brother is 23 and still climbs over everything like he's half ape. I think it's a boy thing. And about the award, congratulations! I feel smarter for reading a blog always getting such awards! ;)
Both boys climb everywhere....But...Patrick, who is two, will not climb out of his crib. He patiently waits for me to take him out everyday.
Yeah, they climb. Like little monkeys. I feel like I say (ok, scream) 1,000 times a day, "Get down! Mommy's furniture is not a jungle gym!"
Congrats you thinking blogger you!
I feel for you. I already posted about Zoe's escape from her crib... thankfully that only happened once. And she climbs up on every couch, chair, and coffee table she can find. She also figured out how to climb into her high chair (scary to watch... but she's quite good at it) and even put on her seatbelt once she's in. I dont know whether it's better to get her to quit it... or to let her practice while I watch.
But... I feel that I've lost my ability to shower alone while she watches a video. Sad, very sad.
you're scaring me.
u mean, my kid is going to learn how to climb?
shit!
just passing through - I had to comment when I saw your profile mentioned "urban cowboy" - I thought I was the only pathetic person who loved that movie!
anywho, as a mother of two boys I can assure you that yes, roof jumping lies in your future.
Teach him to fall gracefully! That's the best I could do. :-) You're right, it's a testicle thing!
I really hate it when someone with older kids tells me, "Oh, that's nothing! Just wait 'til they...." But, I've got one piece of advice for you, sister...make sure the refrigerator and other large pieces of furniture are securely anchored into place. My two year old can be on the counter & reaching on top of the fridge for the Easter candy in no time flat! Boys rock!
I really hate it when someone with older kids tells me, "Oh, that's nothing! Just wait 'til they...." But, I've got one piece of advice for you, sister...make sure the refrigerator and other large pieces of furniture are securely anchored into place. My two year old can be on the counter & reaching on top of the fridge for the Easter candy in no time flat! Boys rock!
Ugh, the climbing. I miss the days when they just kinda rolled.
Everything in our house is bolted. it's kinda reminiscent of a cheesy hotel room, just with bigger towels and nice comforters! Welcome to my world!
Stinkerbell was never much of a climber, but I babysat a friend of her when they were 1 y-o. I turned around for 30 seconds! and found the friend standing on TOP! of the exersaucer! Next to the big picture window!
I'm sure if I'd let her stay there for a little longer, she'd been beating her chest yelling all Tarzany "aahhhhUUUhhaaahhhUUUhhhaaaahhhh!"
It took me 5 minutes to figure out how to spell that!
I feel your pain. I'm the mom of a climbing, jumping, scaling daredevil toddler and let me tell you, he's already shaved years off my life.
Someday soon, you'll walk into your kitchen or dining room and see him standing in the middle of the table looking like he just scaled Everest.
Fortify yourself, woman!
Aaah yes, the climbing. Hannah only stopped doing that when we got the leather furniture and Jesse became the furniture nazi. Now if she even breathes in the direction of the couch he jumps up and tells her to stop.
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