Whenever things get quiet in Maddie’s household, that’s when Daddy knows it’s time to spring into action. The deafening sound of silence washed over me from the living room and I darted down the hall into the master bedroom.
I was sharply put out to find Maddie up on our bed which is much higher than most.
“Gina, Did you leave the baby up on the bed?” I growled towards the bathroom.
Before my wife could answer, Maddie started jumping up and down on the bed proclaiming, “I CLIMB, I CLIMB, I CLIMB!”
Two words that struck me like a sharply hit line drive in the forehead – 22-months-old and the monkey is already scaling the bed?
Sure enough, I helped her down and she repeated the reckless action, this time under my supervision. Maddie propped her tiny feet on the base of the box spring and launched herself commando style up onto the bed, clawing and scratching wildly to avoid falling backwards into the abyss.
Once the terrorist conquered the bed before my own eyes, she broke out into wild celebrations with uncontrollable jumping on the bed.
We often read a book to Maddie called, “No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed.” Clearly, we are not getting through to her.
How is the climbing stage going?
I guess it depends on who you ask.
As far as Maddie’s parents are concerned, the climbing stage isn’t too cool.
Ask Maddie and I’m sure she thinks it going GREAT!
“No crib can hold me,” exclaimed the 18-month-old girl as she prepared to vault into the great abyss.
This is to be expected when you have a toddler that can throw her legs as high as her head and has toes capable of gripping any smooth surface like a gecko lizard.
Maddie vaults on top of tables and chairs with reckless abandon now. This high-risk behavior is on the verge of becoming a serious problem.
Watching my baby, it’s easy to understand the pure folly of human nature.
Like scientists and politicians, Maddie often decides plunges ahead with a course of action rather than pondering the aftermath of what she does. Of course she is only 18-months-old and has time to resolve this risky behavior issue.
No one is really sure what little Madeleine is training for. Her workouts are becoming more intense with a sprinkle of intensity and a dab of ferocity. She blows out of the gates every morning making her first run at the stairs.
She swings around the corner laughing manically and hits the stairs at full speed. One by one she knocks them down as if there’s an invisible stopwatch in her head logging each passing second.
Sometimes she slips or stumbles, but that seems only to reinvigorate her drive for the top. Finally the triumphant giggling starts because once again, Maddie has grabbed the gold and conquered another stairwell.
The only problem is that there really isn’t much to do once you get to the top of the stairs except pick up the baby and go back down. If you don’t block the stairwell immediately, Maddie is back on them in a flash – ready for another shot at stair climbing glory and immortality.
Maddie is up to five climbs a day now and there’s no telling how many she would do if she had unlimited access to the stairs. Since Maddie has mastered the art of climbing of the stairs, we must now make strides in teaching her how to go down. It’s a daunting task, but we have little choice in the matter.