It’s Wicked Wednesday and this week it’s all about F’s face. Specifically, the face he pulls whenever I stop him from doing something insanely dangerous, like climbing my wall unit or using a sit-and-ride car as a stepladder to get onto the coffee table.
This kid is a mountain goat. At 17 months, he can already climb the vertical ladder into his brother’s cabin bed. However, unlike a mountain goat, sometimes he falls off stuff and this week he fell off something at the playground and bit right through his tongue.
The worry is aging me. I can feel it.
Happy Easter, everyone! Chocolate comas for all!