... in mobility and destruction! Because my goal in life is to destroy! Myself, most of all.
Somehow, Leah has made a quantum leap overnight. No, she doesn't walk - still not. I can't help fretting over this although I know, all kids are different and every child has her own pace... lah-de-dah.
So no, no walking. Climbing. That sounds so adorable, I know.
Her Stokke highchair has a belly bar to keep her from falling out. It's a snug fit and it takes a bit of training to get her into that chair. The first few times, I was just baffled. Surely anything bigger than a six-month-old could not fit through this narrow space? But it turned out, the design was pure genius and it worked really well. Until today.
This morning, she's had enough of having to stand and wait for somebody to lift her up into her seat. You have to know, Leah is a social butterfly. As soon as someone is sitting at the table, she has to be there too. Preferably eating. But someone has to help and we all know the service in this family sucks. People are made to wait forever! Nobody can take this for long, really.
So she took matters into her own little hands. She pushed David's Stokke chair in a convenient position and climbed up. From the chair, she climbed onto the table, across to her place, and carefully lowered herself into her chair. She clapped herself applause, beamed at all those who stood around, and proceeded to climb out of her chair, over the table, down David's chair. And back. And again. And again. She kept at this for, oh, I don't know. Ten times? More? Under our watchful eyes and eventually, a saving arm, when she got tired and slipped and nearly fell off the table. It was time, we decided, to take the belly bar off her chair and make it easier for her.
But now she had learned a new trick! And tricks need to be practised and fine-tuned. Tables are not safe anymore at all. Neither are kitchen counters or window sills because one can push a Stokke chair and climb up, easy! And look, the stove! Good thing she knows the meaning of the word "hot". She's loving every moment.
Doug and Alan had an experiment going on on the window sill in the dining room. Three cups with watery solutions - sugar, salt and baking soda. They were waiting for the water to evaporate. What would happen? Would the sugar still be there, or would it evaporate too? (Alan's guess was it would still be there.) Leah probably thought the colorful cups too interesting to forego. She pushed a chair to the window, climbed up, and we caught her as she carefully poured all the solutions together in one cup. The wail, "Leah has ruined my experiment!" was uttered for the first but probably not the last time.
Life has just become much more challenging.