The Climb

The climb. 

My youngest grandson is almost seventeen months old, and is proving to be quite inept at climbing. 

Of course, this is really not so surprising as he has demonstrated not only a desire for, but incredible strength from the time he was quite young. At two months old he literally would do crunches while sitting in his baby carrier. 

He seemed so determined to somehow get himself upright no matter that he literally didn’t have the ability to at that age. 

Changing his diaper was reminiscent of a WWF wrestling match, and often required two people to get the job done. Once again his incredible strength made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

Just holding him as he grew older was like wrestling an alligator. He was in that awkward age where he wanted down, but because he wasn’t walking yet you were hesitant to let him go. At his uncle’s wedding we each took shifts to allow the previous person an opportunity to regain their strength. 

Today he is like a little monkey as he climbs whatever is in his way. If he happens to be in the backyard when his Dad arrives home from work, he runs to the fence yelling, “Da Da!” He then proceeds to scale the fence, not fully understanding that if you climb too high you will topple over. 

Yesterday my daughter sent a video of him balancing precariously on the gate with one hand, while he used the other to maneuver the latch. He didn’t skip a beat as the gate began to swing forward. In the background was his father and older brother getting their horse, Lily, ready for Will to take to work. 

Little guy didn’t want to be left out of the action. He definitely is one that will need constant supervision, as to there is no telling where he might end up in a blink of an eye. The struggle is real, folks!