Afton is very involved in her own dinnertime cleanup.
A non-posed shot of Annika eating ice cream. Really, it wasn't posed!!
My mom with the girls. Don't ask me what Annika is doing.
Thanks for the good wishes. We are on the other side of yucky sicknesses now and looking forward to a brief stretch of good health.
On to the more disturbing portion of my life right now: Afton can climb into her crib unassisted.
"Now wait a second, Karie, isn't that a good thing?"
Well yes, it is for my mother, for whom getting a 30 lb. grandchild into bed was a difficulty when she would babysit. On the other hand, Mat and I are brawny beings, having spawned from the same stock that produced Vikings and other such fearless warriors. Tossing a 30 lb. child into her crib at night was never a problem.
Enter our genetics. Afton has inherited the same fearlessness as her warrior-like ancestors. She will climb anything she can get a toehold on. Being that there is a rocking armchair next to her crib, she ascends the chair, stands on the arm (which wobbles, since it's a *rocking* chair), and hoists one short, chubby leg over the lowered rail of her crib and ponderously swings her little self in.
Then Mat taught her how to climb out. I may have to start dyeing my hair in an attempt to cover the sudden onslaught of gray as I picture her falling out. Worse, we found out yesterday that she can get into the crib when the side is raised. This means that my youngest child is risking life and limb (well, maybe just limb) four feet above the ground to get into her bed. And she's got her sister climbing in too.
You see, I wanted to go gray gracefully--a hair here, a lock there, something more distinguished than gray all at once because my kids have a sudden interest in extreme toddler sports.
Mat says people will laugh at me when I post this, so I must include this caveat: One of my greatest fears is falling from heights.
My next greatest fear, recently acquired, is of my children falling from heights. The end.
4 comments:
Heights are rather scary when you picture children falling from them. My kids never climbed out of cribs until I put a perfectly positioned dresser right next to it. Anyway, now they are in beds, of course. Good luck with all of that. Cute pics!
I'm afraid of heights, too.
Anyway, one thing I learned from life (so far) is how amazing it is that no matter how crazy and daring kids are...they somehow make it to adulthood.
So much for Darwanism...
I used to have these horrible nightmares that Sam would suddenly learn to climb out of his crib exactly when his room was a mess and he would impale himself on one of the MANY things that I had been too lazy to clean up! ACK!
(He's in a big boy bed now, though; the new problem is keeping him there through the night!)
Well put, vladtech! You know we got that tent for Markus's crib for that exact reason. After my C-section and Michael gone nights, I couldn't risk having Markus wondering the house. It worked well on the transition to the toddler bed too.
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