Bring on the E.R....

I'm pretty sure Evelyn is going to be one of those kids who ends up in the ER with a lacerated forehead or stitches in her lip or a broken wrist. Why? Because she is a daredevil! A crazy child! A wild woman! For example...

1. She learned how to climb up onto the side table next to the couch. It's about two feet by three feet in size, a little wobbly, but she loves it most of all. She'll push the books and magazines off the top, find a foothold and pull herself up. She would just sit on it, crawling from it to the couch and back. But now...well, now she likes to stand up on the table, stomping her foot to make the table wobble back and forth. Sigh.

2. She loves the blanket hammock! What is the blanket hammock, you might ask? If Jon or I are sitting on the couch or chair, put our feet up on the coffee table, with a blanket draped over our legs. Evelyn will get in the blanket hammock, between our knees, and jump up and down. She'll even crawl up on the coffee table and jump INTO the blanket hammock. Which is awesome on the knees. Last night she decided it wasn't enough to jump around in the hammock, but she wanted to stand ABOVE the hammock...i.e, on my shins. So she did. Repeatedly. Getting her balance and standing on my shins before falling into the blanket hammock. All to much glee and delight.

3. High chairs are right out and we are now standing on regular dining room chairs when eating. Apparently high chairs are for BABIES. Evelyn is, like, way too big for that. We discovered she was much better behaved in restaurants if we avoided the highchair completely and let her just stand on a chair by herself.

4. She loves to hang upside down. Loves it. Like a crazy child.

5. She can pull herself up onto the toilet, reach over and turn on the bathroom sink, and play in the water. Where things could get slippery and scaldy and hot. Yes, this one we do not encourage. We've started locking the bathroom door so she can't get in.

Oh there is more, mostly based on her love of climbing up onto things that are dangerous. Right now we are in close supervision, knowing she will do it anyway and trying to teach her the safest way to do things. But dang! My mom used to tell stories of my brother's crazy hijinks, climbing up on to tables and refrigerators and whatnot. Whatever gene that came from is dormant in me, but very very active in my child! This should be fun...