IIII climb.

Yesterday, we hit a small milestone in the our little family. While attempting to tackle the clutter downstairs, I could hear the chatter and singing of my little boy. He was supposed to be sleeping but it was apparent sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. In the next moment, I heard a huge crash and subsequent cry. I arrived upstairs and entered the room, and it was as if W had turned a page in his little life. The toy lawn mower had taken his place in the bed, and W was standing on the floor outside his crib, with his blood covered hand in his mouth, huge tears puddling in his eyes and the look of total fear on his face. When I talked to him about how this happened, W said "IIII---climb."

I was so surprised that W could even do this. I'm still puzzled as to how de did it. Maybe we should install a webcam!