And we're climbing...

It's official, I probably need to be medicated. 

  

Up until now I've had the "content on the ground and reading a book" baby. This week, Mabel discovered she is capable of getting up and down on couches, chairs, cribs, beds, whatever. Just as when she started walking and I wanted to buy her a helmet (I kid you not), I am a basket case waiting for those inevitable disasters to happen. We've already had one mishap, she decided to throw a pillow on the ground then dive head first over the arm of the chair to pick it up. Didn't work out so well and she as the bruises to show it. 

Last night I vented to Sam all the "what-ifs" that run through my mind and possible solutions like "lets just get rid of all the chairs and couches for awhile?" I was serious at the moment and he did what he usually does which is humor me. Today writing about it makes me first- laugh at my crazy self,  second- appreciate how great Sam is, and lastly- breathe a little sigh of relief knowing we can deal with this. She will fall, she will get hurt and I will be there to comfort her and make her feel better. I've always been the kind of person that freaks out before the storm and when chaos actually begins, I become as cool as a cucumber. 

Speaking of cool cucumbers, check her out.

 

 And she got up there all by herself.