Literally we're climbing the walls. Well not we, SHE is climbing the walls. This is how she entertains herself after preschool everyday while I sew. This is crazy and I can't believe I let her do it. She is a bit like a cat though, and seems to always land on her feet. This is after all, the child that I found walking on the top of her crib using only the wall and her fingertips to balance herself. That was the day I took away the crib and made her sleep on a mattress on the floor for the next year. She was 18 months old. I took the curtains away when I found the rod broken and hanging out of the wall after a "curtain swinging" session when she was three.
Perhaps she was Spiderman in a previous life. Maybe her people are circus people.
Here she is 1/2 way up the door. Even the dog is looking at her with alien eyes.
She can also do some serious scaling of limbs on a few of the larger trees out in the yard. Oy. I do try to remind her how much non-fun the emergency room is. She knows this based on first hand knowledge during last year's quick trip to repair a very split open chin. Five stitches later and one "free" teddy bear she says she's being careful.