two tales of caleb

Climber


Caleb is dangerous. Caleb is a climber.

He climbs stairs. He climbs up his highchair. He climbs up onto boxes and toys. He pushes chairs around the room and climbs up on them. He's becoming surprisingly skilled at climbing playground equipment.

And, of course, he attempts --whether purposefully or not -- to step, hop, or jump down. (That does not typically end well.)

The only thing he has not yet attempted to climb are the bookshelves -- but I wouldn't put it past him.



Two Socks

Caleb does not like to wear socks. I will put a pair on his cold little feet every morning when I get him dressed, but it's never long until he yanks them off.

Yesterday, I put a pair on, he took them off, and then they disappeared. In the afternoon, when it was time to put them back on for a trip outside, I could not find them anywhere.

I checked all of his usual special places: garbage cans, the dirty clothes hamper, his toy baskets, the desk drawer. I even pulled up the crib mattress thinking that he might have once again tucked them between the crib and the wall during his nap. But they had vanished.

Realizing the search to be futile, I pulled out a new pair of socks, put them on his feet, and strapped him in his shoes. We went outside and forgot about the lost pair of socks.

But a few hours later, when I was making dinner, they turned up suddenly, tucked neatly in the place I least expected to find them: the kitchen utensil drawer.



He's a funny boy, that Caleb.