Yeah, he can climb. And climb he did. When I discovered him perched up on the third step, I think I stopped breathing. Because a third step, hardwoods steps, for a 9 month old, well that's just scary. These are the steps I have fallen down sober, pregnant, barefoot, and with shoes on. (All seperate occasions obviously). I've busted it so hard I walked with a limp for awhile, wasn't able to move my arm for a day, and had a bruise on my
Baby gate for the stairs, now added to the list of babyproofing items I need to buy immediately.
So back to the check-up. Mason is 29 1/2 inches long, 20 1/2 lbs, and healthy as a horse. His ear infection is clearing up a bit. (Yes, we had another one of those lovely things pop up last Friday). He wants to see him again this Friday to give him a quick check and see if we need to make a trip to the ENT.
He's saying 'Mama', 'Dada', and 'Baba' like crazy. He is starting to brave the world of standing without holding onto furniture, and he eats everything in sight (regardless if it's edible).
I never imagine I could love someone as much as I love him. He's my world, and it just gets better and better.