A Fairy Story of Toddler Life

Once upon a time, I shook my head and pitied those poor undeserving mothers of toddlers who CLIMBED. 

"Climbers," I thought, and shook my head.  "I am SO glad the Boy isn't a CLIMBER."


I'm still not entirely sure what happened.  Last Thursday we took the paci, the bink, the soother away from our child and now he has morphed into A CLIMBER.

NEVER.  Not when he could crawl and pull up, not when he started walking, not when he started RUNNING.  He's NEVER been a climber.  He's not brave enough for one, just sign me up as the mother of the cowardly lion. 

But NOW.  All of a sudden.  Quite literally OVER NIGHT my child has phased into this Climber of epic proportions.  He climbs on chairs and tables, he climbs UP the bookshelves!  He jumps on the blessed furniture! 

I'm pulling my hair out so fast it doesn't have TIME to turn GREY over here, people.  I am at a loss.  I don't know how this happened and I have NO idea what to do about it. 

And the WORST of it is...I don't know how to express this...I don't want to nip in the bud too severely.  Because I want him to explore.  I want him to be brave and I don't want him to be afraid of getting a few bumps and bruises along the way.  But neither do I want him to break his delicious little neck!

What is WRONG with me?