N's one now; still young enough to not want things when she can't see them, but old enough to know how to climb on to the coffee table. Which aint bad when you can't walk and are 72 cm tall.
She's picking up things so quickly now I some times feel like I need to stop cussin' and shouting at the TV, in case she starts doing so as well (mental note, stop cussin at TV from rocking chair). And I don't think it is mere mimickry, she actually does understand what she's doing.
N started exploring the lounge. In our lounge, we had a futon on a base. The base finally gave way, so the mattress was kept and the base chucked. Enter covered coffee table (protecting N from minor head trauma from its pointed edges). N worked out how to climb onto the coffee table from the futon and then... fall off the coffee table. Twice.
Cut to unrelated scene last Tuesday, where I am showing N how to climb up onto our bed. My hands under her feet, she drags herself up on to our bed.
So next evening, she is wondrously climbing onto the coffee table without futon assistance and... falling off.
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