climbing

Lyndon has recently learned how to climb . . . which, of course, means that he now tries to climb everything. Sometimes this is super helpful, like when he can get onto or off of the couch by himself; sometimes, it just gives me a mini heart attack, like when he ended up standing on top of a wobbly two-foot tall stool right next to the bathtub. (I swear I only turned my back for a second.)

But, most of the time, it's just good fun. Like this . . .