It started at Smith Rock, I guess. I am now all set up with my own climbing harness. Here is a photo of me trying on my new harness. And another one showing you it works just right – rappelling, here we come!
My personal tip – never rock climb without your handy dandy music recorder in hand. You might need it for rescue purposes. And if you need both your hands for climbing, you can carry the recorder in your mouth. And if you get bored waiting for the rescue, you can entertain yourself by playing music.
Mommy's note to Mozambicans: Are there any established rock climb routes in this country? Preferably close to Maputo?
Anyway, while we were in the US, Mommy noticed that I’d been starting to climb up on couches. And I climbed up slides with no problems, either, though I preferred to go up the slide rather than the steps. And I climbed up the step ladder at Auntie Delia’s.
It wasn’t until we got back home to Mozambique in the beginning of June that she saw how much more advanced I’d become in just one month. Now I could crawl over the rails on my cribs. And out of the bathtub. And into the bidet – and I could turn the water on by myself, too, and get sopping wet. Haven’t figured how to climb OUT of the bidet yet, though.
I can climb up jungle gym ladders, though sometimes my feet slip through and I get stuck. I've had lots of practice climbing windows.
Today I climbed on top of the ottoman over and over, stood on it, and clapped for myself. I wasn’t too excited when I fell off it, though.
I don’t understand why the higher I get, the less stuff there is up there for me to play with. What’s with Mommy and Daddy?
Mommy’s note: We’re starting to put stuff where I (at 5’1”) can’t reach anymore. Where do we go next? Any favorite parental hiding spots that you care to share?
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